greater truth

Highlights from the FBG Reddit AMA (02/03/2017)

Here are some highlights from today’s FBG Reddit AMA. If any more questions are answered tomorrow I will add to this post!

  • Elections will come back for Fallen London this year too! (x)
  • The Mr Eaten Storyline won’t be specifically addressed in SSkies but “However, there are some practices, rites, and mysteries in Sunless Skies that followers of the Mr Eaten story will find resonant. For now, we’ll just say that the Masters weren’t the first beings to come up with the idea of throwing their enemies into wells…” (x)
  • Not ruling out DLCs for SSkies (x)
  • “The Martyr-King’s Cup? Nothing to worry over; it is just the folly of those who’ve read so many books their brains have all dried up. Lunatic dreamers who speak in silly thee’s and thou’s and oblige themselves to esoteric codes, because they think it brings them closer to some cosmic truth, some greater glory.” (x
  • The plan is to not have a logbook at all and have the flavor text for the locations appear on screen, similar to the trailers (x)
  • “I’ve just started writing one of our ports. I hope you lot like bees. (And if you don’t, all the better!)” (x)
  • “Parabola is not welcome in the Judgements’ sight. Parabola is the realm of Is-Not. The heavens are the arbiters of what Is. Yes, we will be learning more about [Parabola].” (x
  • “In Sunless Skies we’ll meet the Scorn-Flukes, who grieve for lost Axile.” (x)
  • “Can confirm devils in Sunless Skies. Look for a port called Carillon” (x)
  • [on the dragons reacting to the Judgements’ murders with military force] “You will no doubt be completely unsurprised to hear that it’s rather more complicated than that. The few snippets we’ve learned about the ‘dragons’ have all been depicted from very specific points of view. It’s not the whole story.” (x)
  • “(We have certain priorities when inventing new Correspondence sigils, which we do sparingly. Every one has to be sound like it can refer to two different specific things, which I won’t elaborate on because spoilers)” (x)
  • “We’ll be on Windows, Mac and Linux for full launch in 2018.” (x)
  • Consoles are being considered for the future. (x)
  • “You can certainly choose to support certain Judgements’ goals!” (x)
  • Neath inhabitants aren’t immediately killed upon exposure to the HW because there aren’t many Judgements around these days (x
  • “When players start a new game, we’d like to give them several options to customise their game to create a level and type of challenge that’s right for them. If fine motor control challenges are not really your thing (or just something you happen to be bad at), you should be able to adjust the degree of auto-aim, so that your projectiles automatically arc towards their targets.” (x)
  • “At present, I can neither confirm nor deny the presence of a train whistle.” (x)
  • More options to interact with neutral vessels other than fighting (x)
  • Ships and resources will be more varied and viable to obtain for early players (x)
  • [on the topic of if there will be another “build your kindgom” ambition] “It’s early days (Disclaimer! Disclaimer!) but one of the planned ambitions is currently called “a throne of your own” in the design documents.” (x)
  • “ There will be at least one significant quest involving the Correspondence in Sunless Skies.” (x
  • “I think we’ll be seeing rather more Red Science. Hey, I wonder how London got the gate at the Avid Horizon open?”  (x

Also not really a piece of info but I feel like sharing this because it was very sweet: 

(link to that to read better)

Though very much miles apart, the impact we have on each other even through fleeting emotions experienced within the simple aspects of our daily lives serves as a constant reminder of each other’s existence. Wordlessly, we keep in touch. There is something immaculately pure about our connection that consistently keeps our lines of communication open, even in the absence of physical presence. Sometimes I wonder why and how we are able to resonate with each other on a level beyond the five traditional senses of perception, but as we tap into each other’s world so naturally and guilelessly, I often simply forget that there has been a time when I would have deemed such a thing supernatural. Crazy even. Nowadays I would say that the times of sheer overwhelming fascination caused by the limitless extent of human bonding are well behind me. Beyond consciousness and subconsciousness there seems to be another level in which we simply wonder about each other. Sparking voiceless conversations as simple as ‘how was your day’, and 'have you been drinking enough water’; little tokens of gentle care. Within this I find that greater truths often hide in little things. Experiences that are so common; that are such a natural part of our daily coming and going can easily be overlooked. After all, rarely do we consider our natural gifts and talents to be anything special. Perhaps the energy that moves and sways us as emotion is part of a language older than the universe. A means of communication we are still adapting to. For has our species’ evolution not heavily relied on communication? It wouldn’t be odd to think that we are still adapting and learning more about using our own energy as a medium. What we call empathy might be the first step toward something more profound. Something unbound by the concepts of space and time itself. For now, I find truth in the little things that keep me in touch with you. Detecting obscure nuances in dreaming about, or dreaming with you; thinking about, or thinking with you; having feelings about you, or experiencing them with you. Manifestations of our ethereal communicating using an energy resonating on a frequency older than time itself, incited by the most immaculate of all human connections: love, the source and catalyst of all creation. As such, in love we often thrive in the absence of thought, as our minds are calibrated to a temporary existence, drowning out the language of the universe for being eternal. But in the quiescence of thought we hear, and listen; we embrace eternity as a given. This is where we find each other, again and again, as we always have. Timelessly, boundlessly. With or without the physical manifestation of our being, we are connected.
—  You are everlasting love (excerpt), by M.A. Tempels © 2017

“What’s happening now?” whispered Vimes.
“There’s no precedent for anything like this,” muttered Cheery. “You’re supposed to be an assassin, but you’ve come back to see the king and you’ve got the Scone–”
“No precedent?” said Sybil. “Yes there bloody well is, pardon my Klatchian…”
She took a deep breath, and began to sing.
“Oh,” said Cheery, shocked.
“What?” said Vimes.
The dwarfs were staring at Lady Sybil as she changed up through the gears into full, operatic voice. For an amateur soprano she had an impressive delivery and range, a touch too wobbly for the professional stage but exactly the kind of high coloratura to impress the dwarfs.
Snow slid off roofs. Icicles vibrated. Good grief, thought Vimes, impressed, with a spiky corset and a hat with wings on it she could be ferrying dead warriors off a battlefield…
“It’s Ironhammer’s ‘Ransom’ song,” said Cheery. “Every dwarf knows it! Er, it doesn’t translate well, but… ‘I come now to ransom my love, I bring a gift of great wealth, none but the king can have power over me now, standing in my way is against all the laws of the world, the value of truth is greater than gold’… er there’s always been some debate about that last line, sir, but generally considered acceptable if it’s a really big truth–”
Vimes looked at the dwarfs. They were fascinated, and one or two of them were mouthing along to the words.
“Is it going to work?” he whispered.
“It’s hard to think of a bigger precedent than this, sir. I mean… it’s the song of songs! The ultimate appeal! It’s built into dwarf law, almost! They can’t refuse. It’d be… not being a dwarf, sir!”

– Ironhammer’s ‘Ransom’ song | Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

Paul Ryan either doesn’t understand insurance, or he’s lying about it.

As we struggle to understand the so-called Republican “health care” plan, which seems to have little to do either with health or care, it may be useful to review the underlying concept of that thing called “insurance,” which many in the GOP, particularly Paul Ryan, seem to have trouble understanding.

Among people with a basic high school education, it’s common knowledge that English civilization began expanding dramatically into the Americas in the mid-1600s. There are of course many explanations for this; among Christians, a favorite is the notion that colonists came to America to escape religious persecution. There’s some mild truth in that, if the only colonists you’re concerned about are the pilgrims at Plymouth Rock, but the greater truth is, most colonists and the companies that financed their colonies established themselves in America for one reason– to make money.

Trade was the reason for developing and expanding the American colonies; shipping was the method by which trade was made possible; and insurance was what made England’s shipping trade profitable, turning a small island into a great ship-building empire that within a hundred years had colonies and dominions across three quarters of the globe.

The key to all of this, the reason America exists, the reason there was a British Empire, was insurance. Specifically, the concept of shared risk, in which the costs of individual disaster could be spread among many, for the benefit of all.

Ever hear of Lloyd’s of London? It’s the world’s oldest insurance underwriter, and in a real sense, it’s the reason Britain ruled the waves.

Before the mid-1600s, mounting a colonial expedition to the New World was so risky a proposition that only governments could afford to do it. Spain, of course, had a New World colonial empire a hundred years before England did– but despite the benefits in gold and precious metals, in many ways the colonial experience was a drain on the Spanish Empire, an extractive enterprise with all the diminishing returns of every extractive enterprise. (In the long run, extracting resources from a colony ends up costing more than the value received, which is one reason the South American colonies were eventually abandoned by the Spanish and Portuguese, or left to flounder under disengaged administration.) In the mid-1600s, in England (and more or less simultaneously in the Netherlands) that reality began to change.

Thanks to insurance.

In a coffee house in London, owned by a man named Lloyd, a group of wealthy merchants came together to pool their resources in a mutual insurance fund. The situation was simple: an almost-predictable number of colonial expeditions were certain to fail, and an almost-predictable number of ships were going to be lost at sea in any given period of time. The problem was, despite all of a merchant’s best efforts, there was no way to know which expedition and which ships would fail or be lost. Any merchant who financed a ship was as likely (or unlikely) to lose his investment as any other merchant. You couldn’t know in advance, which meant there was no way to mitigate the risk of your investment by yourself. Potentially your entire livelihood was in danger on a single roll of the dice. Only a madman would take such a risk (which is why most early colonial expeditions were led by madmen or religious cults).

However… if a group of merchants, each with his own expedition or his own ship, could be persuaded to pool their individual risk exposure, and to share the risk, what was potential financial suicide for an individual would become a reasonable loss spread across a group of individuals.

Shared risk made individual investment and national expansion possible.

Insurance empowered trade; trade created profits; profits created wealth; wealth created opportunity for individuals and the nation alike; individuals flourished and the nation became an Empire.

True, rational conservatives know this. Insurance– that is, shared risk across a group to protect the individual against predictable dangers– is a fundamental building block in business and finance. The Republican party, supposedly the party of responsible business, knows that insurance is a vital component in business, and, by extension, in life as a whole.

So why do they lie about it? Why would Paul Ryan, in his defense of the indefensible Trumpcare anti-insurance bill presently before Congress, describe the basic premise of insurance as “the fatal conceit of Obamacare”?

This is what Paul Ryan said:

“The fatal conceit of Obamacare is that we’re just going to make everybody buy our health insurance at the federal level, young and healthy people are going to go into the market and pay for older, sicker people. So the young healthy person’s going to be made to buy health care, and they’re going to pay for the person, you know, who gets breast cancer in her 40s, or who gets heart disease in his 50s … The people who are healthy pay for the people who are sick. It’s not working, and that’s why it’s in a death spiral.”

Paul Ryan, the supposed policy expert who supposedly understands economics and business, is describing the basic premise of insurance– insurance, which made possible the world we currently live in– as a “fatal conceit.”

Either Paul Ryan is an idiot who doesn’t know what he’s talking about, doesn’t understand Business 101, doesn’t know even high school economic theory– or he’s a mendacious liar playing to the ignorance, greed, and prejudice of the Republican base.

My bet’s on the later.

Shared risk is the basis of business investment; it’s at the root of every modern economy; it is the DEFINITION of society.

Universal health insurance isn’t an imposition on individual freedom: it’s a guarantee of individual freedom, a recognition that what might destroy us as individuals can be borne easily by all of us as a group. It empowers the individual to take risks he or she would otherwise never consider. It strengths the group by sharing a common burden.

It makes nations into Empires.

  • Jaune: Ren, help.
  • Ren: Absolutely not.
  • Jaune: I think I'm in love with Pyrrha.
  • Ren: I could have told you that.
  • Ren: Yeah, seriously annoying.
  • Jaune: Ruby asked me what it'd be like if I was dating someone and I started thinking about it and
  • Jaune: and
  • Ren: Use your words.
  • Jaune: I realized I do all that stuff with Pyrrha
  • Ren: I'm surprised you don't try to pass off making out as platonic with greater frequency, truth be told.
  • Jaune: Are you having fun mocking me?
  • Ren: On the contrary, I told myself I'd work up the nerve to ask Nora out before you ever realized how you act around Pyrrha.

askoutcasts  asked:

I'm writing a scene in my fanfic in which a sci-fi geek from Earth and a science geek from a magitech society compare notes on interdimensional transportation, and I thought it would be a nice tribute if the Earth geek mentioned the YW series as an example. Since the Errantry is down for maintenance at the moment, could you give me a quick rundown on how planet- or dimension-hopping wizardry works, just so I can be sure I get it right? Technobabble will do just fine, of course. XD

I’m having kind of a horrific day as regards Earth-based tech, so it’s a pleasure to deal with a different kind for a bit. :)

Worldgating, whether just planet-to-planet or dimension-to-dimension, exploits the same basic phenomenon. It’s all about wormholes of one kind or another, which are the simplest way to work one’s way around the small-beer issues of mere distance or the boundaries between universes. Convincing one piece of space that another one is right next to it is mostly math: solving for incidental local motion after the fact is way less complicated.

“Convince” is a key word here: both the strictly mechanical and the strictly wizardly modes of gating do this, though in different ways (and the wizardly one is more about persuasion. (No harm in remembering that the word “convince” has the old word for brute-force conquest at its root). Mechanical worldgating forces the issue with straightforward temporospatial equivalences in physics, and hence is colossally energy-intensive. Wizardry is a dodgier and less certain instrumentality for gating – space and time may decline to cooperate for a number of reasons – but lower in energy requirements, because, frankly, persuasion is more congenial to everybody involved than brute force. Even “insensate” matter prefers to be asked for consent, and to give it. And you really wouldn’t like subspace when it gets angry.

Many professional worldgating systems operate on mechanical versions of the equivalence protocols, and get around the energy requirements with big energy-harvesting systems like the SunTap technology, which stimulates and then cannibalizes the energy output of a nearby energetic star. (When we saw STAR WARS: THE FORCE AWAKENS, my immediate reaction to Starkiller Base was to snicker a bit and lean over to Peter and mutter, “Oh look, they bought themselves a second-hand SunTap.”) Others prefer the hybrid approach, and build systems that expolit both science and wizardry. This methodology is what the Crossings uses, having built itself in its earliest days on top of an already-standing worldgate; such are always more amenable when wizardry makes up at least part of the equation. The Crossings also has and uses a SunTap, since its star is high-powered and energetic enough not to mind the minuscule [for a type O giant star] power parasitization, and the two systems work more or less in parallel, with some interleave when high-traffic situations or other more complicated conditions require.

It’s perhaps a touch paradoxical that between-planets / “intraspatial” gatings require more computation and more energy than between-dimensions “extraspatial” / “extracontinual” transport. Separate universes (especially if they bubbled / spawned from common parent superstrata) apparently find one another easier to reblend with, even over vast interfaces, than separate parts of the same space. Possibly this is because time tends to run more or less the same way (regardless of direction) inside a given universe; and there may be something to the old saying that “time is Nature’s way of keeping everything from happening at once”: as it did, once upon a time, in this universe anyway. Different universes, when brought briefly enough into sync to allow passage, seem to be less fussed about the issue. Some philosophers here and there have theorized that the One Itself is only one of many, a bubble of singularity in a far vaster continuum of Deity than we’re at all capable of perceiving, let alone understanding; and that the snuggliness of universes is just a symptom of the greater truth that the Many  like to get together for a chat now and then. But no one really knows.

…Philosophizing aside, hope this helps. :)

The Jar

Your voice resonated a wavelength
that perturbed the frequency
my soul oscillates on.
I collected your words
placed them in a jar
hoping to find a truth
greater than my admiration
until you tightened the lid
and I could no longer open it.
I watched letters, sentences, crystallize
within the transparent walls
when you tried to place words inside
without my knowing
the jar fell to the floor and
hoping to find the reason
for your silence
I searched within the shattered pieces
only to feel
the sting
of salt in a wound
not yet healed

4. going back to 505

Pairing: The Joker (Ledger) x Reader
Rating: T
Words: 2750
Requested by: @nicolesyneah25


Stop and wait a sec
When you look at me like that, my darling
What did you expect?
I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked

Originally posted by moveslikejoker

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THE AMERICANS, FX sentence meme.

  • ❛  I want us to be able to say what’s true. I want us – it to be. I want it to be … real. Do you think we could do that?  ❜
  • ❛  They don’t care. They don’t care what happens to any of us.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking about you. About us. I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry I didn’t kill you. That’s my apology.  ❜
  • ❛  I made a terrible mistake. Terrible mistake. So many things have gone wrong for us.  ❜
  • ❛  I do everything for you. I do my best.  ❜
  • ❛  I know you better than you know yourself. And, you don’t know me at all.  ❜
  • ❛  I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that.  ❜
  • ❛  This isn’t going to go well for you.  ❜
  • ❛  We can’t undo this, I can’t undo this. But I can help. I can help. I can make this go away.  ❜
  • ❛  I think you owe me more than an apology.  ❜
  • ❛  I only have fear. And, you.  ❜
  • ❛  They kill us. We kill them. That’s the world that we live in.  ❜
  • ❛  How are we going to live like this? We’ll get used to it. Like we got used to everything else.  ❜
  • ❛  I have never… wanted too much, really. I just wanted to live for something, and I’ve done that.  ❜
  • ❛  Keep a tiger as a pet, it’s still a tiger.  ❜
  • ❛  Come home.  ❜
  • ❛  You have no armor, nothing to protect you – except your wits, your courage, and your beauty. How is it possible you’re here?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m glad that you told me. I am. I have to know everything. Even if it’s hard.  ❜
  • ❛  First there are no choices and now there are no good choices. I’d say we’re making progress.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m supposed to tell you I forgive you.  ❜
  • ❛  Nobody sane would do this work.  ❜
  • ❛  It wasn’t your fault.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m just trying to find something good in all of this.  ❜
  • ❛  I guess you never really know a person, do you?  ❜
  • ❛  I missed you every day.  ❜
  • ❛  And maybe its not so hard to deceive with the eyes, the smile, the things we say. But the body– those parts of the body that can love, they want to tell the truth. When we train them to lie, that’s hard on the soul.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not one of the martyrs, and if I live, then maybe one day I’ll see… They only have my  body. You understand?  ❜
  • ❛  I haven’t told anyone. I won’t.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s what evil people tell themselves when they do evil things.  ❜
  • ❛  My soul is fine. How is yours?  ❜
  • ❛  I need to know the truth. I don’t care what it is, but if you love me, if you really love me, then just please tell me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not stupid. I know there’s something going on.  ❜
  • ❛  You want to be a grown-up? Being a grown-up means doing things you don’t want to do all the time. It means working when you are exhausted, and almost never getting what you want when you want it.  ❜
  • ❛  I wanted you to know that I’m more like you than you think.  ❜
  • ❛  You gave me another chance. But I ruined that, too.  ❜
  • ❛  It is happening. It is just happening. I am doing it – with or without you.  ❜
  • ❛  I wasn’t pretending with you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not here to be saved. Not by you, not by anyone.  ❜
  • ❛  One mistake. That’s all it takes.  ❜
  • ❛  You have to lie to tell a greater truth.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you understand that, after all these years? I would… I would go to jail, I would die, I would lose everything before I would betray my country.  ❜
  • ❛  They shouldn’t ask us to do impossible things.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know anything about me.  ❜
Now is the time to counter lies with facts, repeatedly and unflaggingly, while also proclaiming the greater truths: of our equal humanity, of decency, of compassion. Every precious ideal must be reiterated, every obvious argument made, because an ugly idea left unchallenged begins to turn the color of normal.