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<h1 id="annotation-discipline-by-dash-shaw">Annotation: Discipline by Dash Shaw</h1>
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<p>p62: Charles is going to go fight</p>
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<h2 id="summary">Summary</h2>
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<h2 id="applicability">Applicability</h2>
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<p>Outward forms represent inward life. All of man’s action is a representation of himself. He lives out his inner life.</p>
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<p>A body grows around a man as a tree around the life it represents. If he be a fruitful tree, he is known by his fruit — if not fruitful, his barrenness reveals him as much as his fruit would be fruitful.</p>
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<p>When thou dost look at a tree, thou canst tell the kind of life that is in it, what its fruit will be, and what its use to man.</p>
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<p>When thou dost look at a church, thou canst tell what kind of God is worshipped in it. It is the outer boddy of the inner idea of God</p>
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<p>p73: Charles is training</p>
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<p>I am told that to many in the South the idea of Liberty itself is strangely associated with that of African Servitude. We are pitted against a demonic spirit which has been known in all ages as Oppression: that spirit which is so brutalizing in its influence that it can change a woman into a fiend, and a child into an impof cruelty. Peace is not the answer now. We must do wrong rather than suffer wrong. There is no folley in expecting Satan to cast out Satan.</p>
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<p>p90: Big fight, later Charles’s hand gets stabbed in the area of the nails on the cross</p>
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<p>There is a holy mind that is above fear.</p>
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<p>p124: Charles is heading south, his mother is dying</p>
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<p>There are two understandings to man: the inward and the outward, the outward knoweth not the inward for it is too dense to penetrate within. The inward searcheth eternal things, the outward external things. The word is the Glory of God revealed. The Spirit of man liveth in this glory when it comprehendeth the word. The Glory of God is that living goodness which surrounds him eternally, even as the presence of a good man surrounds him externally. </p>
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<p>Thou dost learn to labor in eternal fields.</p>
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<p>p166: Charles has been shot in the ear</p>
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<p>The world has a false scale in which actions are weighed. A man is frequently considered good simply because he attends some house of worship regularly. Many attend such places for this consideration. I would rather do one good act tan go to church a lifetime without doing it, and would rather take the chance of the one act than all the professions in the world. Goodness is an active principle. It is simply acting up to thy own highest idea of right. Goodness is the fruit of the action.</p>
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<p>All we do to others is done in realty unto ourselves. For every violation of his own inward light of truth man must suffer, and he will soon cease to kindle fires which burn only himself.</p>
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<p>Each man is his own scale weighed, and the lean of the scale is his own ray of light.</p>
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<p>P193: They set up a pontoon bridge in an attempt to rescue slaves</p>
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<p>In the present we are most barbarous animals compared with our own high ideal of right and justice, of love and light. How will we look when man in the great future shall gaze back upon us?</p>
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<p>Compare the bloody deeds of the present with our profesions of love and mercy. The future loses sight of our professions and judges us as we are.</p>
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<p>P203: Going to bury the dead, it talks about how the Lord will end slavery/the war in his own time, which I don’t trust, as it robs us of the actions described above.</p>
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<p>255: Charles escapes prison</p>
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<p>Heaven is not seen, it is felt and known. It is within thy spiritual understanding. It is not entered by force. Thou cannot batter down the doors of heaven and rush headlong in.</p>
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<h1 id="sorina-balan-2349">Sorina Bălan — 2349</h1>
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<p>Artemis–Lagrange transmission delay: 8 days, 22 hours, 24 minutes</p>
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<p><strong><em>IOAN BĂLAN INDIVIDUAL-EYES-ONLY MATERIAL</em></strong></p>
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<p>Ioan,</p>
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<p>I’m breaking my communications embargo to message you directly in the strictest confidence. I don’t know the details, but I’m pretty sure this will pass through Castor without pinging Codrin or my exes (or anyone, for that matter). The last thing I want is yet another tearful letter from any of them just because my name flashed across their feeds.</p>
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<p>Well. I say ‘yet another tearful letter’, but there’s only been three — one for each of them — so I’m hardly being bombarded, but I just…I can’t, Ioan.</p>
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<p>I need to talk to someone about this. I need to talk to someone who truly understands. I talk to Sarah quite a bit, of course, both in a therapeutic and a professional context, but there needs to be that sense of connection to the matter on a more personal level than just therapist to client. She’s a delight to work with and an amazing teacher (as are Artante and Anin Li).</p>
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<p>In our sessions, we came up with a very specific way to deal with this decision that I’ve made. In order to ensure that I can learn to cherish who I was and who was in my life, I need to reinforce the positive memories of what I had. I need to make sure that those are stronger than the negative ones. I don’t want that final, terrible morning to weigh on me more strongly than all of the good times that we had together.</p>
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<p>You know, it’s weird, though. I say ‘final, terrible morning’, but at the time, I don’t remember it being such. I remember being very tired. I remember waking up and slipping away from Dear and making coffee in a cone of silence. I remember walking out onto the prairie. I remember suddenly seeing Codrin beside me, walking, head down in thought, as I focused on becoming me as quickly as possible. I remember walking past that brand new failing in the land with Codrin and not even having the mental capacity to think about it. All I remember doing was forking with each step, becoming who I am by the second and trying to move as far away from the life I had without losing my sense of self.</p>
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<p>It wasn’t terrible. It was busy. It was purpose-driven. It was constructive. I walked from that cairn to the next with Codrin beside me and then we talked for, what, five minutes? Ten? And then I kissed em on the cheek, grabbed a stone from the cairn, and left.</p>
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<p>It’s not a terrible memory. The worst part was Codrin asking if I wanted to go back and say goodbye, but that was over in a flash as I made my decision not to.</p>
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<p>The rest of the morning wasn’t even that bad. I stepped to Convergence and waited for True Name to show up and then walked into Customs and then I was off to Artemis.</p>
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<p>Codrin was the first to contact me, about a month after I left. Eir message was…well, I said tearful, and I’m struggling to put it any other way. It was just text on a page, but if it had been an actual letter, mailed across the millions of kilometers between Castor and Artemis, delivered to my stoop, surely the ink would have run from a tear drop or two. I could hear eir emotion through the page, and I could feel the very same tugging in my heart that I knew ey was feeling, for are we not alike?</p>
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<p>Bu we aren’t, Ioan. We rushed that differentiation, that individuation, didn’t we? We pushed as hard as we could for me to be a different person from em, and all we had in common was a last name and a history.</p>
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<p>I haven’t heard since in the years since I arrived, but I worry that ey’s still heartbroken. There must be some word for that little piece of yourself that lives on in your up-tree instances, even if it’s only the memory that they were borne from you. There has to be a word for that feeling of shared identity that is incomplete enough that one is not the same.</p>
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<p>The next two letters, the ones from my exes, came at the same time about a month ago. I wouldn’t call those nearly so heartbroken as Codrin’s, but I could tell that eir pain was affecting them as well.</p>
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<p>I don’t <em>want</em> them to hurt, though! I don’t want them to hurt. I want us all to move on. I want to continue being, as I have been, happy here. I want to continue in the process of healing from trauma. I want <em>them</em> to continue in the process of healing from trauma. I want them to remain whole and I want to be whole myself.</p>
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<p>Clearly, I’m not.</p>
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<p>Here I am, crying over a letter to my root instance, worrying about letters that haven’t arrived, probably haven’t even been written, because there is still a part of me that misses what life once was. I miss my exes. I miss who I used to be.</p>
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<p>I am happy being Sorina, and I miss being Codrin. That’s my dialectic. I can be both of those things. I’ve grown to accept that, and I’ve gotten used to the feeling of being me. I’ve gotten used to being a woman. I’ve gotten used to life among four other races. I’ve gotten used to the myriad new ways of expressing emotion here.</p>
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<p>But with those two letters, the wound that had started to heal over was once again tugged open and I felt that old stirring of longing within me.</p>
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<p>When we first embarked on this adventure, I think we all thought that that feeling would be the one that wore on me the most. We all worried (myself included, I suppose) that I’d miss everyone so much that I’d want to quit, so we all agreed that this would be the how it would work: I’d head off to experience life on Artemis, and if I started to miss everyone too much, I had explicit permission to quit, no need to live with that pain.</p>
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<p>That’s not what happened, though. I got right to work with Sarah and Artante, and later Anin Li, learning all of these really amazing therapeutic techniques (such as reframing my old partners as exes, even if there was no real break-up event) that help me just as much as they help everyone else.</p>
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<p>They still have each other back on Castor, though! They still love each other, living out on that prairie in that ridiculous house, and all their letters serve to do is to drag me back into that mindset.</p>
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<p>The real crux — really, the real reason this is all making me panic so much — is that I’m forgetting.</p>
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<p>Forgetting! How novel, right?</p>
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<p>I remember what Dear smelled like, the feeling of its fur on my face. I remember the way its ears would bob when it shook its head.</p>
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<p>And the food! God, I remember the food. If there’s one thing I miss, it’s all the wonderful food. A bunch of fifthracers here are starting to set up restaurants, and some of fourthrace’s food is pretty good, but it’s not food from home, you know?</p>
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<p>But I can’t remember the sound of their voices. I can’t remember our everyday mundane conversations. I can’t remember what the quiet house was like, when we were all working on our own projects in our own spaces, each of us heads down over some creative problem, poking and prodding for weaknesses in whatever blocked us until we could have a breakthrough and go show the others.</p>
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<p>More, I couldn’t remember to be upset about missing them.</p>
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<p>I was happy, or at least on my way to being happy, and then bam! Suddenly, I remember what it’s like to miss those I love again.</p>
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<p>Because I do still love them, but as I said, I just can’t. I love them, and I miss them, and I miss Castor and I miss Lagrange and I miss all of the Odists getting up to their horrible bullshit and all of the perfect imperfections of our systems. Text only communication! Almost two and a half centuries and they still haven’t solved that, have they?</p>
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<p>I miss all that I love, and hell, I miss you.</p>
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<p>I love you, Ioan. I love you in that weird, roundabout way that a distant up-tree fork does. I love you for your completeness. I love you for being me, and yet not me. I love you for being Ioan and not Codrin. I love you for the solidity that I remember of you through Codrin’s eyes. I love who you used to be. I love who you’ve become. I love who you will be.</p>
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<p>I want nothing more than to say pass on my love, but please, Ioan, please don’t, not yet.</p>
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<p>I’ll just say “all my love” and be done with it. I promise to write again when I’m calmer.</p>
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<p>Sorina Bălan<br />
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13 er-ularaeäl, 4778 Artemis Reckoning</p>
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<p><strong><em>END IOAN BĂLAN INDIVIDUAL-EYES-ONLY MATERIAL</em></strong></p>
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