Ah deutrium to tritrium, how the many forms of hydrogen can alter a seed for energy. Or be the seed, deemed a managable expansion, yet how we are arrogant to think we can harness and control what demands more complexity from the get go.
To even agree on history, the Ming and Joseon dynasties growth in unison both with seperate emperors empowered 1392, both dynasties planned as humans always do. To the mythical character that is Zheng He, a common thread of the sea.
Many ships, many new “acquisitions”, for the power of the Ming, soft diplomacy tactics without the means to penetrate others just woo. Coo.
Yet also the start of rentier capitalism of the sea, where in the modern day fishing boats use electric war tactics to defend their space of capitalism and drive others to insanity.
While nation’s miltaries are bought as defence to defend their trajectory.
Ey, the rub, what is ethical in the modern realm of the sea?
So let us go back to history.
When the common knowledge during colonial Sydney somehow included the character Zheng He, as the missing link in history for how the British could navigate by sea. To this vast land south.
Once seen by He’s crew after a visit to Jakarta or two.
One of the first naval fleets of note, while never operated by one figure of note.
What happened to those who traveled with He by sea, after death in India- some say Mecca.
They were traded of course as is always the way, some say via an Indian company, making gin along the way.
Back to british hands due to the melatonin of their skin, the invisible characters of history destined to be used yet again.
For the empire it its entirety, the global trade union that had to continue, without issue.
The undertone of how to cope with a germ or a log gone bad. Deep seated into core ethics without emotional regulation. If we could turn back time to 1404, what led Zheng He to sea, observe the silk rd as it stood then. As the hundred year war battle in the background the building block of another trajectory.
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I shall whisper to you sweet nothings.
A chinese whisper.
My dear.
Of the why we had human moderators to lurk in the shadows. The power of knowledge people once held over others within societal order. To stay small moderate sexual encounters for ethics and order.
Until those who stayed small and whispered became corrupted.
For commercial gain and curiousity of what once disgusted,
The new epochs that divided what freedom and liberty stood for.
Say stemming from a engrained misinterpretation of the writings of von Kleist 1810;
We see that in the organic world, to the same degree that reflection gets darker and weaker, grace grows ever more radiant and dominant. But just as two lines intersect on one side of a point, and after passing through infinity, suddenly come together again on the other side; or the image in a concave mirror suddenly reappears before us after drawing away into the infinite distance, so too, does grace return once perception, as it were, has traversed the infinite–such that it simultaneously appears the purest in human bodily structures that are either devoid of consciousness or which possess an infinite consciousness, such as in the jointed manikin or the god.
To determine grace within what was deemed the enemy of the order of ourselves, as hominin.
Nature, organics.
When the flow state of a slave when “puppeted” by a master brought envy along with it, envy of that state of grace within flow of doing and being. That a “master” of such a time would never know, always time and excess to reflect on ones demons, with the weight of largescale actions that impacted other people. To justify those actions for the greater good or to finally know they themselves where just cogs along a larger way.
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