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In the process of conducting some research, I discovered a journal that has interesting ideas and philosophies. The following are a few excerpts from this journal. I am looking for other documents or writings that are similar in their topics. Please contact me if you have found anything that may of be of interest.

Lady Ariye Trenia Zuiho_sho


Philosophical Dictates of the Modern Empire
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The Kharon have tried and failed. The Basilica Chrysalis has silently dreamed,
and ne'er come close. The one goal of Servelan de Vermiis that was not
realized. My father partnered himself with The Endbringer, and even sought the
perform curse Rod of Eternal Undeath in pursuit of it.

Empire.

Yet only Nicator has succeeded, and even then, his own death marked the
beginning of the end for his endeavour.

Seleucar. What made it a success?

So many factors. If any one had been different, would the story of our history
have ended differently? If Nicator's ideals had been weaker, or less worthy?
If Severian had been less active in his common-sense dissidence? If Matic
Ridley had not defected? If the Sermon of the Theatron Sarapin had gone just a
bit differently? Who can say?...

But there is no "Nicator", of today. Some days I wonder if ever there truly
was such a man. The souls of the people cry out for a leader, while the petty
jealousies and rivalries cry out to aggrandize themselves. Gone, are the days
when one man could change the face of the world. Lost, the times when the
hearts of the masses were open to a voice of reason.

But perhaps if the voice was not one, but many. A collection, of the finest
talents and the truest hearts in all of Sapience. A conglomerate, built not
upon the egotistical precepts of Good and Evil, the inherently corrupt concept
of absolutes, or the shaky footing of personal politics.

Ah, but then I look around at my fellow man again...

Some people use the term "dreams" or "visions" to describe their desires, as if
they were some mystical portent from the Divine. Perhaps I'd be better off if
I did not lack that manner of showmanship, but I seem to have a penchant for
bluntness that is both a blessing and a curse. I merely have "goals"...

whence did I go wrong? Why did I fail?
Unwillingness of the Gods to allow mortals to move outside of Their intended
design? The petty egotism of city-state politics? The bitter jealousies of my
rivals? Perhaps...

In retrospect, I cannot help but believe that I became too attached to the
"things" that presented themselves in the course of my Quest. Politics,
guilds, cities, referendums, archons, titles, guildmasters, undersecretaries...
These things were not vital to the Cause.

In seeking a New World Order, I became entangled in the vehicle, and thus lost
the opportunity to enact True Change.

A mistake I shall not make twice.

It comes to my mind that a renouncement is in order. Of the people, places,
and things which are not vital to the Cause. A guild is not needed. A city is
not needed. These things are made by the hands of men, and can just as easily
be destroyed.

But an Ideal... An Ideal is something created by the soul, and thus stands
immune to the hands of lesser men, able to be marred only by direct disgrace
from those who embrace it.


The only course to successful and beneficial empire of this day and age must
come from the cooperation of worthy men and women who share The Common Ideal.
They must band together, with their primary loyalty to The Cause. They must be
willing to fight for it, die for it, and conquer in the name of it. They must
be men and women of respect and aplomb, with bravery and righteousness of heart
to match. Few such men and women still live, in these times, as such qualities
seem to be a relic of a nearly forgotten past...

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 273 AF.