If you loved me you would subjugate fratricidal elitism - - and would that be a return to the best?

Esteemed Herald,

Our journey has been too long. Too taxing on such youth and vitality. Barth wrote, "'N o matter,' I've heard some say, even as they gulped their last: 'The night-sea journey may be abusrd, but here we swim, will-we nill-we, against the flood, onward and upward toward a Shore that may not exist and couldn't be reached if it did.'"

I believe that in our early days at the academy we, or at least I, often formulated this sentiment with a few phrases:
1. "Human nature, if said phenomenon exists, is essentially tragic."
2. "Humans are capable of initializing inquiries that they are not equipped to answer."

Whence cometh these mysteries? Furthermore, if we accept the above maxims from our starry-eyed eras of idealism, then why do we continue to stare into these Luciferian-Promethean abysses? Why rattle our fists and propel our phlegm towards Zeus and Jehovah? For surely the answers do not come back to us. The signal transmits but the black box doesn't even return static. Silence is on the line.

[He throws his head back, removes his filter and turns the volume all the way up!] For we have not enough FAITH!

Why the epistemological quest? Why the torturous integrity if the rewards are not forthcoming?

I must abandon this string: it makes me weak, yet it forces me forward to the new axioms.

That a god was unjustly chained. That another was illegitimately crowned. And that both of them were merely an expression of a battle into which we were conscripted unawares before we had the pugilistic impulse to resist such bondage. A battle that essentially predated our existence. And later became our being: our temporary essence. Our transitory meaning.

But we have inspected the foundations and found the hollow. In spite of the blood spilled in their making, they have been removed by one single breath. The spirit of deification breathed into the void. We have sought out the new axioms They are not as numerous as the former.
Yet, they are more sure and tested by a indescribably superior matrix of control.

The challenge that now lays before us is vast. We've torn down the tomb and the crater beneath is now visible. Some myth must be rebuilt or a vitality must be forged of materials not yet discovered in a fire brought down from Olympus. And the wielder of this flame could remain bound if he is constructed inadequately.

Despite the ambiguity, let us charge forward with courage, honesty and great self-interest.
For that is the only path that leads to a sure footing. All others lead into the annihilating darkness.

Yours intensely,

Ocean