I was so exhausted this battle, Claudia. Not because I'm tired of fighting. It seems that our struggle is moving in one direction only - towards chaos. Today I have more questions than answers, and because I've come so far to gain clarity and knowledge left behind by Altair. I want to know the purpose of our struggle to understand our place in it..
Claudia, if anything happens to me... If I prevail against enemies, or ambition will knock me out of the way... don't look for no justice, no revenge, but continue the search for truth for the common good.
Stories such as mine, thousands, and the world will not collapse if one of them terminates.
Refused if dipnoan fish from the air? No. She bravely crawled on land, while her friends remained in the black abyss of the ocean, peering into the dark, ignorant and doomed despite the eternal vigilance. Will we follow the way of trilobites? Are all the accomplishments of humanity fated to be the only pieces of plastic scattered on the bed of the petrified between the Burgess-Shale and a thousand-year layer of dirt?
It doesn't change anything. She's still watching me. Like a bad child from computer games, looking you in the head. You want to hit him, but he is "special" and sets a fire or something like that.
Unnecessary there. For each certainly there comes a time when it's for something necessary. Here it is now. Just need to be able to wait. Even if you are eating sadness.
The paradox of leadership is that no matter what you do, behind your back will crowd hundreds convinced that their solution would be more robust, and that your decision is a side effect from the randomly fired arrows.
