Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

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We spent considerable amounts of time studying Egypt and Rome over the past few days.  The patterns of power persist through ten thousand years.

There was speculation that Moses was the son of Ramses II and the tenth plague - the killing of the first sons of Egypt - refers to an ambush of the Egyptian charioteers as they followed the Hebrews into marshland.

Caveating, some of the elements of this story exist as largely unsubstantiated speculation.  Given the facts we do know, this would be a reasonable explanation.  One of the problems is that the only account we have of the exodus comes from the Hebrews.  Egyptians typically didn't record bad things.
 
Frere Tim called yesterday to knock my gears loose from the spirals of self-destruction, illuminating the shadows that had come to haunt my thoughts, breaking me free and placing me back on track.  No one can win this game alone.  Friends, partners, teammates - these are an essential element of any undertaking.  It is impossible to focus intensely and maintain perspective - they are mutually exclusive states. 

Frustration has led me to a new attitude.  I will not devote my time to stupidity, regardless of the pay.  The work I do is intensely valuable, yet it is nearly impossible to keep corporate decision making from devaluing the patent holdings, by inattention, misdirection, short-sightedness and ego.  I have been continuing my practice, a bit, mostly for the sake of friends, but I'm not playing that game any more.  Just a little bit of not-being-stupid is too profitable to waste life on comprised values to placate the stupidity of a stupid self-proclaimed emperor.

If they don't want to make money, that's their problem.  I'd rather spin gold for myself, thank you kindly.

Spinning wheel, gotta go round.

M

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