update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/motes/005.md

@@ -10,13 +10,39 @@ She stopped playing and, with a shaky paw still seeping blood from skinned pads,
 
 She stopped playing and read:
 
-> **To:** And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights of the Ode clade  
+> **To:** And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights of the Ode clade (EYES-ONLY) 
 > **From:** Memory Is A Mirror Of Hammered Silver of the Ode clade  
 > **On:** systime 238+291
 > 
 > And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights,
 >
-> ((etc))
+> I am breaking my communication embargo to write you regarding some concerns that I have on the current state of the clade, the fifth stanza, and you in particular.
+
+As you know, the sixth and seventh stanzas, those of me and In Dreams, have formally instituted a no-contact order with the first, eighth, and part of the ninth stanzas. As of seven years ago, the fifth stanza was added to that list due to the ongoing association with the one who has named herself Sasha.
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+I do absolutely mean it when I say all of the fifth stanza. That is, we have not cut Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself out of our lives, but her and all of her up-trees to however many degrees. That includes you, And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights.
+
+It came to my attention some years back that I Remember The Rattle Of Dry Grass had nevertheless continued in her association with the fifth, particularly with you and with Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself, given your unfortunate predilection. When first I noticed this, I discussed with her my feelings on the matter and made clear my request that she live up to the original agreement that there remain no contact between our stanza and yours. She, at the time, reminded me that this decision was made unilaterally without input from the rest of the stanza, and yet agreed to upload my request.
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+It has once again come to my attention that I Remember The Rattle Of Dry Grass is once more spending time with you and those you have styled your 'family'. She has the most infuriating habit of going on autopilot when I talk to her, simply nodding and saying 'mmhm' or 'yes, I see' throughout, and, with regards to this topic in particular, this has proven untenable. It is with great regret that she has been added to the no-contact list.
+
+There is a very important set of reasons for this:
+
+1. Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself and Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps's ongoing romantic relationship remains a thorn in the side of the Ode clade. Even as the taboo seems to be loosening — a thing that I attribute to Sasha's ongoing existence — there remains the issue of the image that this presents of the remaining 99 Odists as a clade of some import.
+2. Your insistence on both appearing as and acting like a child on a System where such remains transgressive both by its very nature and relation to paraphilia as well as by the fact that there simply are no children sys-side.
+3. The 'family' dynamic that you live within inside the fifth stanza. Treating Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself and Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps as your 'mothers', as your other cocladists as your siblings, is beyond a mere dalliance with a paraphilia, but a tainting of reputations beyond merely your own; it is a way of dragging others into a behavior that has a very real impact on how they — and, by extension, the rest of the clade — are perceived.
+4. The inclusion of the one who has named herself Sasha in not just the daily workings of Au Lieu Du Rêve but the social dealings of the fifth stanza. If I Am To Bathe In Dreams and I hold no jurisdiction over the fifth stanza, but we do hold control over our interactions with each other, and we have made our stance on the one who has named herself Sasha and how she as affected the reputation of the Ode clade abundantly clear.
+5. The involvement of I Remember The Rattle Of Dry Grass counter to my requests laid out for the entirety of my stanza. This goes beyond her willing participation and into the actions of the fifth stanza in general and you specifically: these no-contact orders are expected to be upheld by *both* parties. Yes, this is complicated by the individual nature of a cladist, and yet the request has been made, and plainly. For a member of a stanza to so flagrantly disregard a request and for that to be enabled by the other party leaves me feeling personally slighted.
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+Therefore, I am writing to reinforce the current status:
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+1. There is to be no contact between the fifth stanza and either the sixth or seventh stanzas.
+2. There is to be no contact between the one who has named herself Sasha and either the sixth or seventh stanzas.
+3. There is to be no contact between I Remember The Rattle Of Dry Grass and the rest of the sixth stanza until further notice.
+
+You are not just playing a dangerous game, And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights; you are losing it. We *all* are losing it with you, too, with the risk that it places on the entirety of the Ode clade, even those with whom you no longer speak.
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+===
 
 When Motes overflowed, she cut herself off from play. She froze where she was. She went nonverbal, became all but catatonic. It would last days. She would disappear from the world and she would stop playing, and if she stopped playing, she would no longer be herself.