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Sojourn: The Amarr

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Sinjin Mokk
Ministry of War
Amarr Empire
#261 - 2015-04-27 19:35:34 UTC
Dam Torsad is indeed a jewel of the Empire and a fitting testament to Man's love for God. I look forward to hearing it described through your eyes.

Masks...Ah...the tales I could weave for you about the Masks of Amarr.




"Angels live, they never die, Apart from us, behind the sky. They're fading souls who've turned to ice, So ashen white in paradise."

Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#262 - 2015-05-07 23:17:18 UTC
Entry Nine: Dam Torsad (part two)

So ... I've been thinking a lot, agonizing, really, over just how to go about this.

My overall impression is that Dam Torsad is a microcosm of the Amarr Empire, and of Amarrian self-image and ambition in particular.

That might sound a little ... limited. A little shallow or simple. It isn't. There's a lot, and I only just scratched the surface, and I really want to get this right. So ... I have to be careful here.

So, without trying to somehow unify a picture I didn't really, actually see, here are some fragments I picked up. Maybe they'll pull some sort of picture together, which at least won't be wrong.


The Museum

To a pretty large extent, Dam Torsad's a museum of the Imperial past, its present, and even its future aspirations. The national character is on display, and is therefore sort of ... bigger ... than it needs to be most places. It's more noisily formal, more conspicuously pretty, more ostentatiously faithful, and on and on.

It's like "Amarrian culture," written in a subtly larger font size and boldface, and curated (or maybe gardened, and occasionally weeded) by the MIO.

While they don't seem to mind waving this under the nose of the odd foreign dignitary (or traveling writer), I got the feeling I wasn't really the target. I think it's mostly for the Amarr themselves: "This is who we are. This is what our civilization can aspire to. This is what we offer to the universe."


The City

Of course, Dam Torsad's also a place where people live. I didn't get to see as much of this as I would have liked, but it's not like all the MIO officers on Athra could have kept the liveliness of the place in check.

Well, not without killing its attractiveness as well, anyway.

Anyhow. Dam Torsad, wherever you go, is very much a lived-in space. There's nothing fake about the lifestyle; this isn't some arid sepulcher where living, breathing ghosts act out the ancient rites of Empire. It's a thronging metropolis, and the living room exhibits on display are actual, lived-in living rooms.

(Or so I infer.)

Even if there's an element of showmanship to the local culture, there's no sense that anything changes when you, oh visitor, turn your back. I guess having to be on display for strangers all the time gets to be sort of ... habit, or something, after a while.


Stagnation (lack of)

I've previously remarked on certain tensions and dynamics in Amarrian society that keep it more agile than it might look from the outside. In case it wasn't already clear: the idea that the Amarr are a "stagnant" culture stuck in the past is a massive misconception, one I harbored myself before coming here.

The mistake is understandable: (1) they're still feudal (?!), ergo they're obviously stuck in the past; (2) they often don't advertise or celebrate change, therefore it must not be happening; (3) they're deeply religious, therefore they must be caught up in a maze of crippling, self-perpetuating ignorance.

Never mind that there are certain political purposes served by portraying them as backward and set in their ways-- the civilizational equivalent of a decrepit, irascible elder with opinions decades out of date and steadily going soft in the head. That the Amarr seem to have some gerontocratic tendencies probably doesn't help the image much.

Illusion. Misapprehension where it's not flat-out fiction.

Pay the old Torsad-Laur district, known locally as The Cauldron, a visit and you might think you were walking through an iron age marketplace, right down to the packed street bazaar on weathered cobblestones. Follow that with a walk among the hyper-modern towers directly adjacent, though (I'm still pretty sure I saw some Sleeper technology in that architecture), and you might start to wonder how you're still on the same planet.


Faith

... seems to be a really public thing in Dam Torsad. Services are frequent, all day. You're not expected to attend all of them. Prayer drones are kind of a ... presence, though.

(How many places have dedicated prayer drones?)

A lot of schools of Amarrian thought are represented; about the only one that's in short supply is "none of the above." There's a certain self-generating reality to it all. The shift from "whether" to "how" and from "which faith" to "which branch of the faith" is pretty fundamental.

Like I said, Dam Torsad seems to be sort of by the Amarr, for the Amarr. As an Achur, I usually feel a little alien among the Amarr, someone out of place. Dam Torsad's thus far the only place I've actually felt like an alien, though. Something utterly other.

For someone of the Amarrian faith, it's probably pretty motivational.

For me, attending morning services was sort of like taking a walk through a capital ship rail gun battery's capacitor array.

(Also, Sarumites: not subtle.)

The architecture is, of course, astounding.


Commerce

So, Caldari consumer goods (among others, I'm sure; the Caldari ones are just the easiest for me to recognize) do actually reach the street level in Dam Torsad. They're not marketed very ostentatiously, but they're not confined to black or gray markets and you don't have to know anyone special; you just walk into a boutique at the base of one of those towers I mentioned.

Also, Amarrian respect for antiquity means that the (fake, or, sometimes, real) antiquities market in the bazaar is impressive.


[cont'd]
Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#263 - 2015-05-07 23:24:14 UTC  |  Edited by: Aria Jenneth
Control

Is ... depressingly obtrusive. I thought that was maybe just for me, as a visitor, and I got kind of upset seeing how uneasy the MIO seemed to make even my own Amarrian superior. I guess there are ways for governing entities to reach even capsuleers, or maybe just things we care about. ... but ...

It wasn't just for visitors. A student at the University of Hebrion branch campus shooting his mouth off in support of a disgraced professor brought down MIO in a hurry, but it was learning that the students who had been listening to him fell under suspicion as well that really took me aback.

In the State, jaalan are grumped at, but tolerated, sort of ... but that's maybe not a fair comparison.

This wasn't just a matter of dissidence, but heresy. I know how much more dangerous heresy is to the Amarr, and day by day I keep understanding better the reasons why.

... but I still think I'd have real trouble watching my brain like that. If even listening to a potential heretic is enough to demand action ... what does that say for those of us, here, on the IGS, with the likes of Nauplius?

Should we all be going in to make sure we haven't absorbed anything we shouldn't?

(Not that what Nauplius peddles is particularly appealing....)


Slavery

A major concern for the rest of New Eden, this is ... something I mention last, because it's sort of a footnote.

Background. "A thing that happens."

A lot of the people I encountered around Torsad-Laur appeared to be slaves. If I understood their circumstances correctly, these were tradespeople or even professionals, just ... owned by someone, presumably a Holder who probably lived somewhere else.

(If you own someone who could be a capable lawyer, why keep them to the fields, really?)

It seemed to be just sort of a fact of life. But then, it's the same with the hereditary hierarchy, generally, here.

It's just sort of ... naturally presumed, I guess. Accepted. The way the universe works.

A lot of Dam Torsad seems to exemplify this sense of natural hierarchy, whether it's the rigid True Amarrian supremicism of the more orthodox or the more nuanced (but still culturally and systemically feudal) practices of more, as my Directrix would have it, conservative Amarr. ... and I think the city reflects the former, more than the latter.

(Speaking as an outsider, it's telling to me that no one here seems to want to be called "liberal." "Liberalism" would imply a willingness to wander, to accept deviation from the true path ... though the Amarr sometimes differ passionately about what the "true path" might be.)

As noted, it's a place that seems to reflect, and be designed to appeal to, the sorts of people who take the symbolism of a capital city very seriously. To Amarr of that stripe, slavery might indeed be exactly what it is in Dam Torsad: just a part of the universal order of things.
Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#264 - 2015-05-22 05:32:12 UTC
Entry Ten: Dam Torsad (part three)

This ... isn't going to be a normal entry, exactly. If there is such a thing.

Last week, I learned that Dr. Arkon Sarain had passed away. Well ... passed away sounds like something you do in your sleep, of natural causes. Somebody killed him.

That's not ... very relevant, to me, or to this. I guess revenge isn't something I care very much about. And I don't really believe in justice....

Would he have been horrified to hear me say that?

Maybe I should say, I don't really believe "justice" is a thing we do justice to. I don't think we can. Justice is something that exists in our heads, not in the world.

... maybe he'd have been sad to hear that, too.

I haven't been taking this very well.

So ... I sort of skipped the funerals, both of them, of the man who was, maybe, one of the people I was closest to.

I doubt he saw me as anyone who was close to him. It's not like I was his daughter or anything. Or even a third cousin. Or a friend he'd known for years.

I was probably just some strange, curious, kind of lost young lady he was kind to and took on a tour that one time.

I haven't known anybody for years, though, so ... yeah. He was kind of important to me. Part of the limited cast of characters who've really, truly, meaningfully helped me.

The worst of it's been that his death's felt like a rejection. Of me. On an existential level.

I've explained this before, and maybe Che's right and I really shouldn't dwell. So ... maybe this'll be the last time.

Arkon died, really died, because he didn't have a backup of himself stowed away anywhere. It's a very ... human ... thing, I guess, to live once, and die, even if you get cloned a few times along the way.

There's something more ... artificial, I guess, in loading your head back up out of an archive. There are discontinuities there. Lost time. Experiences you've had that you ... never had, because that was a divergent timeline that did those things and then died.

I can see why he would think it wasn't natural. That God wouldn't approve.

Only, that's what I am. Actually, that's all I am. It's all I can remember ever having been: a discontinuity. An artificial person made from a damaged archival copy of someone else's mind. And he believed so strongly that that was a wrong and bad thing that he went and died for it.

And I know he wouldn't want me taking it that way and I know he would never have meant it like that and it's not like anybody gave him a choice about whether he wanted to be murdered and it doesn't matter because I'll never be able to hear him say any of that.

His last, inadvertent act was to die for the belief that my existence is blasphemous and wrong. And there's no way he can ever take that back.

Gods, grief is selfish.

... so ... I've been spending the last few days back in Dam Torsad.

The MIO was all over again. Of course. They were a little less subtle this time, but maybe that's because I tried a little harder to get away or get into places I wasn't supposed to be. They were pretty okay with street level, even back alleys, but they drew the line at service tunnels and crawl spaces. On those, I just got polite refusals, impassive stares, and directives to move away.

I couldn't muster the chutzpah for any open defiance, so ... I still can't tell you what the inside of a Dam Torsad service tunnel is like, or what color the rats are.

Or what the measurements are on an MIO holding cell, for that matter.

One thing I did notice is that the MIO was less about where I went, and more about who talked to me. My escort didn't inhibit my movements all that much, but I did see them sending a couple of people away. Probably most of that was happening well out of my sight. Maybe they didn't want me mixing with impressionable people. Maybe they didn't want me getting the wrong impression. Maybe they had some sense that I wasn't in the best frame of mind, and were ... I don't even know what they'd have been doing with that. But something, maybe.

My room was in the Central district (I even attended mass regularly, like something approximating a good Imperial subject), but Torsad Laur was where I spent most of my time. Dr. Sarain loved antiquities, and got nearly as much delight out of the fakes as out of the real things (I kind of like that a man so dedicated to law could admire a bit of artful scoundrelry). I spent a lot of time with the hawkers, and got hawked at plenty. Four thousand years of history makes for a lot of source material for replicas and such, it turns out.

It also supports a fair few genuine antiquities dealers, of course. If I ever actually want to start a collection myself, I might even have an inkling which ones are real by now. Probably not, though.

Just ... nothing much seemed right. If I'd bought anything, it would have been for Arkon, and ... I wasn't going to see him again.

Wasn't. Won't.

... anyhow ...

I visited chapels and historic sites. I visited an old courthouse, even. ... I didn't quite work out what I was looking for until my fourth day there.

In Torsad Laur, there was a hawker selling ... well, just silly, cheap handmade pendants. Natural quartz crystals, the sort of thing nobody bothers to synthesize in a lab (at least for ornamental purposes) because they're barely even semi-precious.

And ... well, I bought one. I'm wearing it right now, as I write this.

Looking in the mirror, I can see my own artificiality: smooth, unwrinkled skin, without blemish or freckle; perfect teeth; bone structure made to order-- the sheer extremity of it.

We're all artificial, of course. Arkon Sarain was no different, probably: a capsuleer, like me. Like all of us.

[cont'd]

Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#265 - 2015-05-22 06:06:06 UTC
Looking at the pendant, though, I can kind of see what he was trying to be. Something simple. Natural. Perhaps comparatively uncomplicated or uncompromised. A straightforward life well-lived.

More importantly, it sort of brings home the obvious: Arkon's beliefs, and his life, and his death, aren't about me and who I am. They were about him, and what sort of person he was trying to be.

It's easy to get stuck on identity, and the rightness and wrongness of things, and the opinions people have of me. I worry what sort of person I am, and whether people will think badly of me ... and whether they're right, if they do. I worry that I am something shameful, or that I'm going to become something shameful.

Maybe that's how I got caught up in questions of my own humanity, before-- that dread of being a disappointment. And I don't even have a disapproving family to try and prove myself to. Apparently I've found other people to fret over how to please.

For his part, Dr. Arkon Sarain, Chief Judge of the Kor-Azor Roving Tribunal, was focused more on what sort of person he was going to be than on what sort of person I was. That he wanted to be something a little more natural (though still wrapped in wire and dangling from a string) is no judgment on me.

If I'm something pretty literally laboratory-grown and wholly dependent on technology from first to last ... well ... I guess I'll be a little more symmetrical for it. It's not like I can be natural quartz, after all.

We had different paths. That's not to say that mine's wrong, or that his was wrong, either. They were always going to lead different places.

... It's just, I guess, they led to "goodbye" a little sooner than we expected.

Tch. The things you think you already know....

I'll be holding you to that offer of tea, if we meet again, Your Honor. If every death produces another soul, you may end up hosting a parade of me. And somehow I suspect you'll be the same gentle, intelligent, charming gentleman to each and every one.

You told me, before, that no visitor leaves Dam Torsad unchanged. I wish you hadn't gone to quite such lengths, in my case, to make that true.
Lyn Farel
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#266 - 2015-05-22 09:39:52 UTC
I think I can relate to that.

Also, if you are interested by all those places in Dam-Torsad, I suppose I could show you.
Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#267 - 2015-05-25 19:26:04 UTC  |  Edited by: Aria Jenneth
Entry Eleven: Conservatism

An odd thing: I've been separately told, by two Amarrian capsuleers from different sides of the Amarrian political and theological spectrum, that I've been spending too much time with Amarrian capsuleers to get a clear view of Amarrian identity and theology.

What's even odder is that the reasoning seems defensible either way.

On the one hand, capsuleerdom is a cosmopolitan profession that brings even the most devout believer into contact with other cultures and other ways of thinking-- sometimes of a kind that would get you, as a regular Imperial subject, reeled in by the MIO if they caught you "in contact" with those views on, say, the Hedion University branch campus at Dam Torsad.

Therefore, capsuleers tend to be too liberal and cosmopolitan to be representative of the faith.

On the other hand, capsuleers, for the most part, aren't theological scholars, or very theologically sophisticated. They tend to subscribe to more straightforward interpretations of what they've been taught, which means they have essentially the sort of view of God and scripture that you'd expect of lay people, rather than actual clergy or theologians.

Therefore, capsuleers tend to be too literal and unsophisticated in their beliefs to be representative of the faith.

Of course, each may have been talking about somewhat different groups of capsuleers. But what I find really telling is the appeal each makes to a strong, traditional source of authority. Both ends of the Amarrian theological spectrum seem to want to be the traditionalists, to represent the older, better, more godly way of doing things.

They might look like "liberals" or "conservatives," to outsiders. But neither side seems to want to be the "liberals."
Samira Kernher
Cail Avetatu
#268 - 2015-05-25 20:13:41 UTC  |  Edited by: Samira Kernher
It doesn't help that the vast majority of capsuleers don't know anything about politics and what conservative/liberal actually represent. More often than not capsuleers seem to think that conservative means you are mean and liberal means you are nice, even though that couldn't be further from the truth.
Matar Ronin
#269 - 2015-05-25 21:17:06 UTC
Be sure to sample a slave collar and vitoc addiction to round out your visit. That way you can grasp the totality of the culture. Those people you see praying all the time have that luxury because they have imprisoned other human beings to do their labors for them.

Those grand buildings were constructed by people who died doing it because there are no labor safety rules for slaves. Yes I've walked those streets as a slave and they look very different than they do to a starry eyed imbecile looking for beauty without considering it's true cost.

‘Vain flame burns fast/and its lick is light/Modest flame lasts long/and burns to the bone.’

" We lost a war we chose not to fight." Without a doubt this is the best way to lose any war and the worst excuse to explain the beating afterwards.

Samira Kernher
Cail Avetatu
#270 - 2015-05-25 22:20:59 UTC  |  Edited by: Samira Kernher
Matar Ronin wrote:
Those grand buildings were constructed by people who died doing it because there are no labor safety rules for slaves. Yes I've walked those streets as a slave and they look very different than they do to a starry eyed imbecile looking for beauty without considering it's true cost.


You're not the only one who walked those streets as a slave, Ronin. What those buildings look like to me is something to be proud of, because I know they were built by people like us.

There are labor safety rules in most Holdings, because slaves are valuable property and creations of God. If your Holder treated his workers poorly, then he would be losing money and acting against Scripture. Mistreatment of slaves happens far less than most people try to claim.
Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#271 - 2015-05-25 22:59:26 UTC
Matar Ronin wrote:
Be sure to sample a slave collar and vitoc addiction to round out your visit. That way you can grasp the totality of the culture. Those people you see praying all the time have that luxury because they have imprisoned other human beings to do their labors for them.

Those grand buildings were constructed by people who died doing it because there are no labor safety rules for slaves. Yes I've walked those streets as a slave and they look very different than they do to a starry eyed imbecile looking for beauty without considering it's true cost.

Respectfully, pilot, that's one reality I'm pretty aware of.

The difference between what you and Lt. Kernher are presently saying is mostly a matter of degree (common abuses or rare ones), but what you're really saying comes down to:

Matar Ronin: Nothing can justify the enslavement of my people.

Lt. Kernher: God can.

Respectfully, I think the rest is ... mostly just rhetoric. Would you find slavery more acceptable if all she said (short of the divine mandate) were true?

Being as I don't actually believe in the Amarrian god, my sympathies have been, historically, more on your side. I'm well aware of the more aggressive qualities of the Amarrian faith, and the implications.

I came here to face one of my fears.

Not surprisingly, I found out that there was a lot I didn't know. And, even if you won't see me converting any time soon, that matters to me.

Maybe, to you, your people's plight is more important than any of what I've written here. Perhaps one day I'll get to hear about it all properly, in detail and at length. But ... that may have to wait for a while.

I am not Matari. Nor am I Amarr. I'm not even really Caldari. For now, I'm titled Peregrinans ... a traveler.
Matar Ronin
#272 - 2015-05-25 23:06:50 UTC
Samira Kernher wrote:
Matar Ronin wrote:
Those grand buildings were constructed by people who died doing it because there are no labor safety rules for slaves. Yes I've walked those streets as a slave and they look very different than they do to a starry eyed imbecile looking for beauty without considering it's true cost.


You're not the only one who walked those streets as a slave, Ronin.

There are labor safety rules in most Holdings, because slaves are valuable property and creations of God. If your Holder treated his workers poorly, then he would be losing money and acting against Scripture. Mistreatment of slaves happens far less than most people try to claim.

But you can not deny it happens can you? It happens more often than you want to make yourself believe poor lost child. Because you were not put to death you say it never happens. You act as if slavery cult members were incapable of sin, something they do not even claim themselves. The only thing stopping them is a sense of it being bad for business and scripture. So why then the vitoc and the slave collars and the slaver hounds you deluded simple child?

Because slavery is a living nightmare for the slaves every second they must endure it, yeah drug induced hallucinations help blur the agony but it is always there ready to leap back into the lime lights. Some choose the self induced insanity like you have and try to accept that bad is good and pain is guidance/ penance, but that is just bat crap crazy little one.

You are suffering from hostage syndrome where fear pain and lifelong indoctrination makes you see green as blue and red as purple and no about of truthfulness from others will sway you from your wretched path until the real One True God touches you and makes your self induced blind eyes see.

‘Vain flame burns fast/and its lick is light/Modest flame lasts long/and burns to the bone.’

" We lost a war we chose not to fight." Without a doubt this is the best way to lose any war and the worst excuse to explain the beating afterwards.

Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#273 - 2015-05-27 04:13:28 UTC
Matar Ronin wrote:
... poor lost child....

... deluded simple child....

... crazy little one....


Why do you speak to Lieutenant Kernher in terms so similar to the ones her masters probably used?

... hm. Okay ...

If you want to break down someone's resistance to your arguments, a key method would be to attack their will and ego. If you can get them to mistrust their own perceptions and ideas, it's easy to replace their existing beliefs with yours.

That seems like a cruel thing to do to someone you're trying to help.

I guess that's what the Amarr who use this sort of technique are doing, too....

I suppose you'll say you are trying to save her.

I guess they'd say the same thing.

....

Huh. My respect for her willingness to visit this forum just jumped a few notches, if this happens with any frequency.
Matar Ronin
#274 - 2015-05-27 05:06:52 UTC
Aria Jenneth wrote:
Matar Ronin wrote:
... poor lost child....

... deluded simple child....

... crazy little one....


Why do you speak to Lieutenant Kernher in terms so similar to the ones her masters probably used?

... hm. Okay ...

If you want to break down someone's resistance to your arguments, a key method would be to attack their will and ego. If you can get them to mistrust their own perceptions and ideas, it's easy to replace their existing beliefs with yours.

That seems like a cruel thing to do to someone you're trying to help.

I guess that's what the Amarr who use this sort of technique are doing, too....

I suppose you'll say you are trying to save her.

I guess they'd say the same thing.

....

Huh. My respect for her willingness to visit this forum just jumped a few notches, if this happens with any frequency.

If the tone I take with her offends you so be it. I was enslaved, I know what those monsters can do to you. I was very very lucky to come through to the other side with my psyche intact.

I feel deep regret for people like her who still cling to the notion that they are .... less. That God made them for the sport and pleasure of others who are by birth, more.

You perhaps can not understand the level of depravity it takes to tell someone God does not love them as much as he does you and that gives them license to enslave your people, violate with impunity your parents, siblings, spouse, and children, and turn you into a beast of their burdens and entertainment no matter how sick or disgusting they be.

You walk down the palisades of towering beauty and see only the smallest of what is really there, you don't see the untold billions that were tormented to make it all possible. You heard the prayers of their faithful but you were deaf to the anguished wails of the billions who have toiled and died under the yoke of slavery for generations.

I bid you awake to the horror of what they are, the worst blight on humanity in the cluster.

They have mistaken technology for culture, I hope you are not making that same grave error, they are uncivilized warmongering slavery cultists, so if you choose to have pleasant conversations and pastries with them do not be surprised if I care not what you think of when I address one of their victims with tenderness. I may never be able to heal her and that is a great sorrow.

The real One True God of humanity made us all equal in my opinion and faith.

One day the slavery cultists will turn away from their wicked practices and repent for their innumerable agreesions against both humanity and the very concept of what a religion should be. I hope you are not still strolling along like a ghoulish tourist in a mausoleum along streets that are really the catacombs of the countless victims of their sinfulness with a smile on your face oblivious to the real scope of what surrounds you.

‘Vain flame burns fast/and its lick is light/Modest flame lasts long/and burns to the bone.’

" We lost a war we chose not to fight." Without a doubt this is the best way to lose any war and the worst excuse to explain the beating afterwards.

Jev North
Doomheim
#275 - 2015-05-27 09:26:33 UTC
Matar Ronin wrote:
I was very very lucky to come through to the other side with my psyche intact [...]

I've got some bad news for you.

Even though our love is cruel; even though our stars are crossed.

Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#276 - 2015-05-27 13:13:08 UTC  |  Edited by: Aria Jenneth
Matar Ronin wrote:
They have mistaken technology for culture, I hope you are not making that same grave error, they are uncivilized warmongering slavery cultists, so if you choose to have pleasant conversations and pastries with them do not be surprised if I care not what you think of when I address one of their victims with tenderness. I may never be able to heal her and that is a great sorrow.

There are a lot of ways to make a civilization, pilot.

It's not the tenderness that catches my eye. It's the abuse. It's the attacks on the will and autonomy of someone who's probably suffered as much as you did. In subtler ways, likely, but still.

And, unlike yourself, she's still here.

Quote:
I hope you are not still strolling along like a ghoulish tourist in a mausoleum along streets that are really the catacombs of the countless victims of their sinfulness with a smile on your face oblivious to the real scope of what surrounds you.

Hm. A certain kinda-sorta patron of mine probably hopes something similar, albeit from a sharply different angle.

... I think maybe I was always a little ghoulish, though. And probably will remain so: an artificial person wandering among the graves, admiring the engravings and the flowers.

. . . .

You say that the Amarr are the worst blight on humanity in New Eden, but it's not clear that humanity agrees. You say the Amarr are a horror, and yet I'm routinely more horrified by myself than I am by them.

Pilot, issues of who is right and who is wrong aren't ... very interesting to me.

People are, though.

I won't pretend to care very much about abstract ideas of cruelty, and the suffering of people I've never met. The world's a haze of such things. People are awful to one another.

If I could do something about that, I might care more. Maybe.

I can't. I don't.

But when I see it happening before my eyes, to people who've been kind to me?

That I care about.

I've said before that the Matari have standing to press their case in this. The Amarr are your enemy, and I'm a guest of the Amarr, writing about the Amarr without condemning the Amarr.

I can see why you wouldn't want that, so be as hard on me as you like.

But until you can speak to her and argue with her without trying to degrade her again, leave Samira Kernher out of it, you bloviating, self-satisfied sack of bile.
Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#277 - 2015-06-22 16:35:32 UTC  |  Edited by: Aria Jenneth
Entry Twelve: Departure

In the end, I've traveled on.

The process has been more dramatic than I meant for it to be. I've lost a mentor, and friends. ... and someone who might have been much more.

A lot of this has been more over my next destination than over the departure itself. I probably couldn't have picked a more provocative one short of signing up with the Church of the Crimson Savior. Gallente and Matari may be the "other side" in an ongoing limited war, but are comparatively acceptable next to capsuleer mercenaries-- particularly if I'm getting my hands dirty.

But underlying all of this, there's sort of the question: "Why would you leave?"

It's true that I've found the Empire to be a perfectly good civilization, with neither the whiff of stagnation nor the mounting instability that its enemies seem to see-- or perhaps, hope for. There is a lot of beauty to it, and a lot of worth. There's some cruelty, of course, and a certain amount of what it's difficult not to see as systemic injustice ... but I'm not sure there's a place without those.

There are various pragmatic reasons, mostly easily answered (or at least argued):

* The right to rule is a matter of blood, not ability or virtue - but not everywhere, at least to any great degree; those who rule have proved their ability over generations; the right is easily lost

* Heresy's easily fallen into; I'd have trouble policing my own thoughts like that and I'd go crazy being watched - thoughts and ideas aren't equally policed everywhere; heresy's such a danger precisely because it's so destructive, so it's better to be grateful for the help

* SLAVERY - is a necessary period of introduction to the society and the faith, and slavery's a good way of reforming criminals and the like, who have strayed away from society

And so on, back and forth.

It would not have been a terrible place to live. Depending on where, and with whom, it might even have been a wonderful sort of life.

But ... there are a couple of points it's difficult for me to get around. The first, and maybe lesser, reason is that the Empire's not really content to be a "perfectly good civilization." It wants to be the civilization, the transcendent crown jewel of Creation. To me ... it's a stable, orderly society that wouldn't make a bad place to live, but the Empire wants to be the Kingdom of God in this world.

In fact, it thinks it is that place, and keeps wanting me to recognize that. Which brings us to the next issue:

I've found a lot of value in the Empire, including its faith. Religion is the single strongest uniting factor in Imperial life; it's pervasive, deeply ingrained in essentially all aspects of life. It's a solid foundation for four thousand years of civilization. The Kingdom of God is strong, and made so largely by its belief. I found many people living well in God's kingdom.

I did not, however, find God, or any sign of His presence that I could recognize.

To me, the question of whether God is real or made-up isn't very relevant to deciding whether belief in Him is useful-- and to my eye it plainly is. You can build empires on that belief.

That isn't to say I believe, or could persuade myself to believe. My own view of the universe is maybe not wholly different from all Amarrian visions ... but it seems like, at our nearest approach, I sort of blur the line between pantheism and atheism, rather than between monotheism and pantheism.

The most I can bring myself to say is that God is a very useful idea. For a would-be Amarrian, that's a problem.

. . . .

This maybe isn't a farewell forever. It's a wide universe, and I'm still pretty new to it. Perhaps I'll come back at some point, if they'll still have me. There's far more to see and learn, and vastly more variety and nuance, than I've been able to cover in these few journal pages.

There's a whole empire out there, after all.

... but there's also a wider world. And I need to learn, a little better, where I fit in that, before I return to studying places where, I'm pretty sure, I'll always be a wandering stranger.

In closing, I'd like to offer special thanks to the Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque, which gave a passing Peregrinans a home and welcome warmer than I could ever have expected or asked. Of all the Empire, it is you that I am saddest to leave.

Thank you.
Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#278 - 2015-06-29 15:07:13 UTC  |  Edited by: Aria Jenneth
Entry Thirteen: Masks

Sometimes it's difficult to see something, even right before your eyes, until it becomes an issue. The difference between a mask and the face behind it is maybe one.

Imperial society aspires to be the Kingdom of God in this world, but it is a nation of human beings. There's a tension here; human beings routinely fall short of celestial spirits, but that's not a fact that can be publicly acknowledged without diminishing the Empire's lustre. The result is profoundly divided public and private spheres.

There's a lot of overlap (as there'd have to be), but....

Courtesy is generally public. Personal feelings (and remarks thereon) are generally private.

Religion is public. Faith, to the degree it's distinguishable, is private.

Hierarchy is pervasive; it may be set aside in private at the superior's option, but it's always present.

Duty is public. Sentiment is private.

Maybe these things are true, to some degree, everywhere (to a high-ish degree among the Deteis, for example; much less among the Civire), but they are especially strong in the Empire. A certain amount of Amarrian society is a play, put on for the participants' own sake.

During my stay among the Amarr, I was greeted in many places with great hospitality and courtesy, but there were only a few I ever grew very close to. It's these few that either quietly accepted my decision to depart or loudly denounced it. The difficult part has been someone, maybe, on the very edge of that social circle-- distant enough for masks to remain in place; close enough for words spoken privately after my departure to feel like treachery.

Also, a face doesn't have to be formal, to be public. "Duty" can wear a very gentle face. It can be warm, kind ... even nurturing. And still porcelain.

Thinking about it carefully, this should be obvious. But, it isn't, always.

But ... this isn't something I'm really in a position to criticize.

While I was among the Amarr, I conformed myself to Amarrian expectations, Amarrian courtesy as best I could. I played up what I guessed they wanted to see and left a lot unsaid. I studied their etiquette and followed it, accepted my place in the hierarchy without argument, learned one Amarrian idea of a proper bow.

I didn't volunteer information about myself, my faith, the deeper reasons for my interest in the Empire, or just about anything else.

Maybe that makes us all liars. But I think it takes a pretty brutal notion of honesty to reach that conclusion.

In a society of humans who take celestial beings as their role models, it would be difficult to live otherwise. Transcending human frailty is hard, really hard, so allowances have to be made, but that can't be directly acknowledged without also giving up on (or, at least, weakening) the aspiration to be better. Likewise, a traveler who wishes to learn about that society can't refuse to play a part in it and expect to get very far.

If we all showed our real faces, could we stand the sight of each other?

The reactions of those who have glimpsed mine suggest, probably not. And I don't think I'm a particularly awful person.

So, even if it results in mistakes, misunderstandings, and little perceived treacheries, people wear masks. And, I guess, maybe we should.
Anabella Rella
Gradient
Electus Matari
#279 - 2015-06-29 15:30:26 UTC
Samira Kernher wrote:
...because slaves are valuable property and creations of God...


It's interesting and telling that you list slaves as property first and creations of your deity second.

When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around.

Alabath Schmidt
The Scope
Gallente Federation
#280 - 2015-06-29 15:40:34 UTC  |  Edited by: Alabath Schmidt
Aria Jenneth wrote:
Entry Thirteen: Masks
Also, a face doesn't have to be formal, to be public. "Duty" can wear a very gentle face. It can be warm, kind ... even nurturing. And still porcelain.

Thinking about it carefully, this should be obvious. But, it isn't, always.

But ... this isn't something I'm really in a position to criticize.

I didn't volunteer information about myself, my faith, the deeper reasons for my interest in the Empire, or just about anything else.

Maybe that makes us all liars. But I think it takes a pretty brutal notion of honesty to reach that conclusion.

So ... people wear masks.


The idea of masks is a painfully black and white one, and it relies heavily on the idea that truth is a binary concept, too. You either wear a mask or you don't. There's no mention of half-masks or masks that mimic the face underneath.

A person could say truthfully that they enjoyed a party, without mentioning that they despised the host.

In my time with my Amarrian friends, I've known they've held things back, but I never considered it in terms of masks. I considered it in terms of... Well, speaking in military terms, clearance levels. A level one clearance allows you to see level one emotions. So on. So forth.

In the Amarr, I've met and befriended people slowly, painfully. The ones I've grown most fond of do not mislead about their higher levels. Their higher levels are not acknowledged. They can act as though they don't exist. Sometimes, that does create confusion; a friend I am thinking of in particular can be loving on level one and furious on level three. It is not that they are intentionally misleading, though. The greater culture is mature enough to acknowledge two opposing sets of emotions can exist at once, so its people act with that knowledge.

If you know enough about a person to have figured out what they're feeling on a deeper level... It takes a certain care to put the effort in to hide those levels. Another thing the greater Amarr culture is aware of, I've noticed, is that emotions are not permanent. That is one of the many reasons why acting on them immediately or showing them too early, to the wrong people, is frowned upon.

How different it all is from the Federation!