Resist Much, Obey Little

Day 2,103, 19:31 • Published in USA USA • by Silas Soule

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Resist Much, Obey Little

I fall in love with everything. I also hate everything. It's very hard to be both a misanthrope and a romantic.




OK. Here's what I know. Once one gives oneself up to unquestioning obedience, once one is fully enslaved, then no nation, no state, no city of this earth, no player of this game, ever afterward resumes its full liberty.

So always resist much. And always obey very little. It's what keeps you alive.



We start on a journey through the game, visiting its e-States, rambling through this eRepublikan world, urged on by these stories and songs. And if we get bored we sail electronically onward to every e-land, crossing all of the virtual seas in the blink of a click.

What is my participation here? My part in this song? It's a gift, seemingly reserved for some hero, or for a great speaker, or a general, or you know, for That Player who should best serve the Good Old Cause, or the great idea, or the Progress and Freedom of Playerkind, or even better, for the bravest confrontor of despots, or for some daring rebel.

But then I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any other.



Plato, listen, will you? We are willing to learn it all, to teach it all, to love it all.







Us old hands have watch'd the e-seasons dispensing themselves and passing on, and we've sai😛 "Why should not a player do as much as the seasons, and effuse as much?"






We are travellers. We dwell a while in every e-city and v-town. We pass through Kanada, traverse the North-Eastern Passages, visit the Vast Valleys of the Mississippi, the Huang He and ... wait... where the heck is the Tigris/Euphrates on this map? Hmmmm...


Yeah. We traverse the Southern States and confer freely on equal terms with each of them.


And we make a trial of ourselves and invite all the players to hear, as we say to ourselves:

Remember.

Fear not.

Be candid.

Live large.


and

Promulgate the body and the soul.






As the Great Franklin sai😛 "Fart for freedom, fart for liberty — and fart proudly."









So, my little chickadees. My advice for finding happiness in this game?


Is to radiate...



Dwell a while and pass on.

Be copious, temperate, chaste and magnetic.

What you emanate will return, just as the seasons return.

And may be just as much as the seasons.















xxoxoxoxo,
PQ,
just another Happy Travelling Freedom Writer, participant in the WTP Writer's Guild.