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..: Regarding Ender's Game
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What I was really trying to say is that it's all very draining, getting caught upin the life of an 8 year old boy who doesn't exist. Ender's Game is just a novel, but I'vebeen dreaming about this little kid, as if I were him. And I've been feeling his dread;his fear of becoming a monster and a killer, because that's exactly what the militaryis training him for. He's afraid and he's tired, and they've shaped him by breakinghim apart, completely apart, and letting Ender put together the pieces again in astronger configuration. Weeding out kindness, necessity for friendship, all the thingsa commander can not be bothered with. So that he will ultimately command the entire fleetthat is poised, twenty years away, to invade the alien homeworld. He only has one purpose, and he knows it - destroy the Buggers. But what happens when the war is over?When all is said and done, Ender may have no other function, like a tool that isobsolete. Perhaps even broken, without hope of repair.
I was thinking about Ender again. I'm nearly done with the quartet of books that make up the, well, chronicles of Ender Wiggin. These books are good, and there much wholesome truth in them. As a wise man once said, all truth is God's truth. It can come from the mouth of horses, or from a pulpit, it's still truth. The truths I've seen in these Ender books are mostly revolving around the subject of courage. I can't really even describe it. Like they say, meanings have words, and not the other way around. Like courage to do the hard thing. Right now in my life there are a few hard things to jump over but mostly there is plenty of happiness, and a strange calm that is welcome and so long as i don't switch over to pessimism mode, is quite peaceful. I hang around with a lot of negative, cynical people. They are fun people when you want to complain, but when you have deep movements of the heart you want to share, I find I can't trust them to hold or carefully touch what i present. owell, just the same, things are good. I was very worried about my friend this weekend (if I were Ender, she'd be Valentine). i had this awful feeling like something was wrong, like something happened to her. she says something personal did happen, but it happeneded to her family, so not directly to her. i know three people who had tire blow outs this weekend. what a mess. but it was a beautiful sunday, once the rain pushed back and the clear sun and sky took over. those are the best times, right? i'm going to sell my star wars toys this year. sometime.
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