Apolytoners,
I believe Jasonian issued a Challenge. Does this short story meet part of it?
Hydro
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Learn to overcome…
"Honored Chairman, the Gaians have been eradicated."
Chairman Sheng-ji Yang looked up slowly from his datapad. His features were impassive, as usual, with closely cropped white hair, a wrinkle-less face, and hooded deep brown eyes. He seemed not to gaze at a person but through them.
At the moment he was gazing through his First Minister.
In response to the statement Chairman Yang simply nodded once and then looked back at his datapad. His First Minister stood at attention, fully aware that she was allowed to leave only when specifically dismissed. Discipline must be maintained.
"Were there survivors? What is the status of Lady Skye?" Yang asked in a monotone.
"There were no survivors, and Lady Skye is in custody."
Yang nodded again, paused, and then gently placed the datapad on his desk. Then he looked over at his treasured Tsu Chi lithographs, which had a place of honor on his otherwise barren office walls. Representing the forces of nature, the stark black and white prints on stretched silk at once seemed to be in opposition until taken as a whole; then they were complete. Each lithograph was placed on the wall in such a way that each balanced with the others and so that the sum of the five was greater than each was individually.
Yang gazed at each print to once again attempt to fully grasp the inner meaning of each individual print and then that of the greater whole. Individually each force had its own singular raw or muted power, symbolized by or bold and ragged slashes of ink or fine and delicate brush strokes. Taken together Yang discerned how conflict and cooperation between the Tsu Chi forces of nature offered a vision of completion, and how the unity of the system produced its own harmony.
Yang turned his piercing gaze to his guest.
"First Minister, consider the fate of the Gaians. Why did they not attain their goal?" he asked in a soft voice.
The First Minister started. Yang rarely asked an opinion of anyone. He was contemplative, but not communicative, and kept his own council. To be asked such a question was a great honor, but it held a great deal of responsibility. And risk.
"Honored Chairman," she began, bowing low, "the Gaians failed because they were weak and undisciplined, and failed to make the proper preparation for the Trials of Planet." The First Minister knew she could expand more upon this well accepted thesis, but understood that Yang would take and assess the truth of the statement. If he found it lacking he would say so, and then demand proofs.
"First Minister," Yang said after a moment of silence, "have you ever witnessed a Gaian mindworm attack? Or seen their great, organic cities that seem to be one with their Planet? Do you still maintain that they were weak, when they could harness a portion of Planet itself for sustenance, attack or defense, or that they were unprepared when they understood and melded their society with Planet better than we?"
The First Minister was nonplussed. To these challenges she had no answer; Yang's statements were self-evident. She bowed to acknowledge the refutation.
Yang turned toward his Tsu Chi prints again. The First Minister could see Yang's profile clearly, and from this angle he looked almost gaunt.
"First Minister, why did the Gaians fail?" Yang asked again in his soft voice.
"Honored Chairman, all I know is that their cities were overrun and that in the end their knowledge of Planet did not prevent their destruction. Accepted wisdom is incomplete."
Yang nodded to acknowledge this statement as truth.
"First Minister, consider these Tsu Chi. What do you see?"
The First Minister turned to examine the prints. Her first impression was of the simplicity and power in each of the five lithographs. Each brush stroke had meaning, whether it ended raggedly or bluntly. Each looked like they were in conflict, and all were opposed to the other.
"Chairman, I see the forces of nature at war with each other, striving to destroy and overwhelm the others."
Yang nodded briefly. "That is one interpretation." He paused to further consider the Tsu Chi. "It is, however, an incorrect interpretation."
Silence fell as both gazed at the Tsu Chi.
Finally Yang spoke. "The forces in the Tsu Chi represent balance. One force does not war against the other, but is part of a larger integrated system. Destruction compliments creation, and even demands it. Each element is part of the whole. Take any one element away and the balance is destroyed, the symmetry is gone and the Center lost."
Yang turned to face his First Minister.
"That is why the Gaians failed. They are like the Tsu Chi with only one of the forces of nature. Such a Tsu Chi is powerful, but it is not balanced and has no Center. It has no greater whole, for it is an individual. It was merely the sum of its elements, and nothing more."
Silence fell again, and the First Minister tried desperately to understand what Chairman Yang described in the Tsu Chi. The meaning was elusive, and would take time. Portions made sense, but the whole? Could she truly grasp such a synthesis? Such a challenge!
"It is time for us both to attend to our duties. Consider this lesson well First Minister. You are dismissed."
I believe Jasonian issued a Challenge. Does this short story meet part of it?
Hydro
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Learn to overcome…
"Honored Chairman, the Gaians have been eradicated."
Chairman Sheng-ji Yang looked up slowly from his datapad. His features were impassive, as usual, with closely cropped white hair, a wrinkle-less face, and hooded deep brown eyes. He seemed not to gaze at a person but through them.
At the moment he was gazing through his First Minister.
In response to the statement Chairman Yang simply nodded once and then looked back at his datapad. His First Minister stood at attention, fully aware that she was allowed to leave only when specifically dismissed. Discipline must be maintained.
"Were there survivors? What is the status of Lady Skye?" Yang asked in a monotone.
"There were no survivors, and Lady Skye is in custody."
Yang nodded again, paused, and then gently placed the datapad on his desk. Then he looked over at his treasured Tsu Chi lithographs, which had a place of honor on his otherwise barren office walls. Representing the forces of nature, the stark black and white prints on stretched silk at once seemed to be in opposition until taken as a whole; then they were complete. Each lithograph was placed on the wall in such a way that each balanced with the others and so that the sum of the five was greater than each was individually.
Yang gazed at each print to once again attempt to fully grasp the inner meaning of each individual print and then that of the greater whole. Individually each force had its own singular raw or muted power, symbolized by or bold and ragged slashes of ink or fine and delicate brush strokes. Taken together Yang discerned how conflict and cooperation between the Tsu Chi forces of nature offered a vision of completion, and how the unity of the system produced its own harmony.
Yang turned his piercing gaze to his guest.
"First Minister, consider the fate of the Gaians. Why did they not attain their goal?" he asked in a soft voice.
The First Minister started. Yang rarely asked an opinion of anyone. He was contemplative, but not communicative, and kept his own council. To be asked such a question was a great honor, but it held a great deal of responsibility. And risk.
"Honored Chairman," she began, bowing low, "the Gaians failed because they were weak and undisciplined, and failed to make the proper preparation for the Trials of Planet." The First Minister knew she could expand more upon this well accepted thesis, but understood that Yang would take and assess the truth of the statement. If he found it lacking he would say so, and then demand proofs.
"First Minister," Yang said after a moment of silence, "have you ever witnessed a Gaian mindworm attack? Or seen their great, organic cities that seem to be one with their Planet? Do you still maintain that they were weak, when they could harness a portion of Planet itself for sustenance, attack or defense, or that they were unprepared when they understood and melded their society with Planet better than we?"
The First Minister was nonplussed. To these challenges she had no answer; Yang's statements were self-evident. She bowed to acknowledge the refutation.
Yang turned toward his Tsu Chi prints again. The First Minister could see Yang's profile clearly, and from this angle he looked almost gaunt.
"First Minister, why did the Gaians fail?" Yang asked again in his soft voice.
"Honored Chairman, all I know is that their cities were overrun and that in the end their knowledge of Planet did not prevent their destruction. Accepted wisdom is incomplete."
Yang nodded to acknowledge this statement as truth.
"First Minister, consider these Tsu Chi. What do you see?"
The First Minister turned to examine the prints. Her first impression was of the simplicity and power in each of the five lithographs. Each brush stroke had meaning, whether it ended raggedly or bluntly. Each looked like they were in conflict, and all were opposed to the other.
"Chairman, I see the forces of nature at war with each other, striving to destroy and overwhelm the others."
Yang nodded briefly. "That is one interpretation." He paused to further consider the Tsu Chi. "It is, however, an incorrect interpretation."
Silence fell as both gazed at the Tsu Chi.
Finally Yang spoke. "The forces in the Tsu Chi represent balance. One force does not war against the other, but is part of a larger integrated system. Destruction compliments creation, and even demands it. Each element is part of the whole. Take any one element away and the balance is destroyed, the symmetry is gone and the Center lost."
Yang turned to face his First Minister.
"That is why the Gaians failed. They are like the Tsu Chi with only one of the forces of nature. Such a Tsu Chi is powerful, but it is not balanced and has no Center. It has no greater whole, for it is an individual. It was merely the sum of its elements, and nothing more."
Silence fell again, and the First Minister tried desperately to understand what Chairman Yang described in the Tsu Chi. The meaning was elusive, and would take time. Portions made sense, but the whole? Could she truly grasp such a synthesis? Such a challenge!
"It is time for us both to attend to our duties. Consider this lesson well First Minister. You are dismissed."
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