All the troubles of the world come from striving towards too much purity. The world would be a much better place if everyone would pay less attention to it.
Alloys are often superior to the pure metals. Steel is stronger than iron. Bronze is stronger than copper. Even those metals that are nominally pure, in real life are usually alloys as well.
Composite materials too are usually stronger than any of their materials individually. A spun thread is far stronger than the raw cotton it is made from. A woven cable is stronger yet. Papier mache, fiberglass, and concrete are all considerably stronger than their ingredients alone.
Embrace the blends. Embrace combinations.
Find strength in the combinations of things.
And always beware those that would tell you otherwise.
The world is always and forever my orange. Yes I know the traditional metaphor here would be “apple”, but that would be the safe answer. Safety is clearly overrated in world conquest. Can’t conquer the world without taking a few risks. Or breaking a few eggs.
Let there be no doubt about it. Conquest is my goal.
When I rule the world, apples will be forbidden.
Safety will no longer be job one.
And the doctors will have to stay away on their own.
My name is Bart Queen, which certainly paints a picture of my childhood all by itself. In many ways it is surprising that I got out of my teen years alive. Then they found me, recruited me, trained me. And here I am today. Is that my real name? Of course it is. That said, even if it weren’t it would do me no service to admit that. We might as well agree that my name remains as I said.
I am here to court your daughter.
At the same time, we are here to warn your daughter.
I am a court jester, a magician, a spy, and a bank clerk.
We must jump in here and observe that only about a quarter of what is said is true. We hate what we have become, and hate the idea of perpetuating the myth.
Don’t mind that. I am what I am, and all of that is worth knowing. I am here because I know this, and I know that your daughter does too. She will have said some things about me, I am sure.
All lies, mind you. We keep the truth close to our vest, because We know that most people cannot handle the truth. We look in the mirror and see the same chiseled features that we have since our youth. But behind our eyes, we see trouble brewing. Trouble that will overtake any normal situation and call everything she thinks she know about me into question.
I look in the mirror and love what I see. My chiseled features have earned their wrinkles and worry lines honestly.
Honest? You wouldn’t know honesty if it bit you on the—