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* Besides the already mentioned inspirations - "Trinity 1 & 2" maps embody my limited attempt (constrained by source issues, ie. GUI widgets, etc) to make a passageway for such evolved GPMs - that is, encouraging an "MC-2" experience.

~~~~~~~~~~ The Blind Men and the Elephant ~~~~~~~~~~~~


A number of disciples went to the Buddha and said,

"Sir, there are living here in Savatthi many wandering hermits and scholars who indulge in constant dispute, some saying that the world is infinite and eternal and others that it is finite and not eternal, some saying that the soul dies with the body and others that it lives on forever, and so forth. What, Sir, would you say concerning them?"

The Buddha answered, "Once upon a time there was a certain raja who called to his servant and said, 'Come, good fellow, go and gather together in one place all the men of Savatthi who were born blind... and show them an elephant.' 'Very good, sire,' replied the servant, and he did as he was told. He said to the blind men assembled there, 'Here is an elephant,' and to one man he presented the head of the elephant, to another its ears, to another a tusk, to another the trunk, the foot, back, tail, and tuft of the tail, saying to each one that that was the elephant.

"When the blind men had felt the elephant, the raja went to each of them and said to each, 'Well, blind man, have you seen the elephant? Tell me, what sort of thing is an elephant?'

"Thereupon the men who were presented with the head answered, 'Sire, an elephant is like a pot.' And the men who had observed the ear replied, 'An elephant is like a winnowing basket.' Those who had been presented with a tusk said it was a plough-share. Those who knew only the trunk said it was a plough; others said the body was a grainery; the foot, a pillar; the back, a mortar; the tail, a pestle, the tuft of the tail, a brush.

"Then they began to quarrel, shouting, 'Yes it is!' 'No, it is not!' 'An elephant is not that!' 'Yes, it's like that!' and so on, till they came to blows over the matter.

"Brethren, the raja was delighted with the scene.

"Just so are these preachers and scholars holding various views blind and unseeing.... In their ignorance they are by nature quarrelsome, wrangling, and disputatious, each maintaining reality is thus and thus."

Then the Exalted One rendered this meaning by uttering this verse of uplift,

O how they cling and wrangle, some who claim
For preacher and monk the honored name!
For, quarreling, each to his view they cling.
Such folk see only one side of a thing.

Heyoka Wakan wrote: i try ?

madoki nakotah ?

Heyoka Wakan wrote: no answer pm wha  :-\

me say yu right trinity2 lik citadel elite on /wha tha med / steroids i think 

need start trinity1 befor ready i think 

like bu to much now for me new but i get stronger keep play yes  ::)

bye ;D

Rman Virgil wrote: * Perdon Heyoka, pero no valle la pena hablar el engle con esta gente. Muchas veces es un gasto de tiempo sin corrazon, sin razon.
* Mirra chico - no me cuy bien por esta communidad, muy poco son simpatico.
* Solamente quirren hojir lo que hablan y nada mas que serra differente - tu lo no ve ya ? Digame por favor se lo vez por otra mannera ? Es estranyo para mi, puramente no me valle.
* Pues, te digo que des de fuente usa mi correo porque no voy a dal la vuerta como antes por aqui.
* Tu sabes lo que passo, no ?
* El chiste muy feo del dedo entre la chiquitas bebe. No es cosa de chiste sabe - muy, muy, malo y yo lo deje asi y asi y no le gustaron y se ponuerron como una bestea con migo, y despues todos se fue como una mielda pura. Nada bueno con eso, me entiende ?
* Hablamos ma por el correo... es mejor, no...
Hasta horita, mitaguyasin, rv

Rman Virgil wrote: * Heyoka pardon, but valley the pain not to speak engle with this people. Often it is a cost of time without coreason, without reason.
* Small Mirra - not me affluent guinea pig by this communidad, very little is likeable.
* They only quirren to hojir what they speak nothing else and that serra differente - your it does not see already? Digame please the time by another mannera? He is estranyo for my, purely not me valley.
* Then, I say to you that source DES uses my mail because I do not go to dal vuerta like before this way.
* Your you know what passo, no?
* The very ugly joke of the finger between chiquitas drink. It is not joke thing knows - very, very, bad and I leave it I took root and thus and it did not like and ponuerron like a bestea with migo, and later all mielda went like one pure. Nothing good with that, me it understands?
* We spoke ma by the mail… is better, not…
Until horita, mitaguyasin, rv Smiley

Sorry, it is not worth speaking english with these people. Just costs time and has no sense/benefit.
This community is full of very little guinea pigs.
They only want to hear what they say themselves and nothing else. Don't you see allready? You should spend your time somewhere else. It is annoying to me, not worth to be here.
You should contact me by mail, because I don't come home soon .
You know what happened?
The very ugly joke of the finger in the cat. This is not a joke - it's very very bad and I took the consequences and left, because I don't like pr0n like a beast and then everyone went crazy like a . Thats not good, do you understand?
We will talk via mail... It's better, not to talk here...
Till then, R

The Meeting of Leaders


Elijah put the last component of his exo, the snyaptic link, on a tidy desk which fronted the only window in these quarters over-looking the Trinity facility east to west.

With the early morning sun slowly burning off the mist that blanketed Trinty's lowest watery region, Elijah considered the long journey leading to yet again, another milestone in the entwined history that was his life's service to the Project. It was a blessing to be facing this new challenge than muddling through the grief of his life mates losing battle to the plague. For her he could only offer words of comfort that would in no way change the outcome. On the other hand the words forged this day with Akbar could very well spell the best chance for a future free of the Mangodai dominion.

Sure it was a gamble. Then again what wasn't. The very Project Protectorate, his rise from lowly squad leader, to General, to Commander & Chief, the building of Trinity itself.

In the years following the exodus from NORAD in the bowels of the Rocky Mountains to re-opening what was left of the Air Force Academy between Colorado Springs and the Denver ruins, every step along the way was a gamble risking threadbare lives and even scarcer resources, along with any slim hope for a brighter future.

And always the chorus of naysayers dogging whatever new undetaking was brought foward and this proposed treaty with the Seven Scav Nations was no different.

"Sir, for what it's worth, I believe you are doing the right thing," his chief aide Mallory spoke, stirring him out of reverie.

"Shedding the Exo, going to the Pow-wow solo or the Treaty itself ?"

"All the above," Mallory said, without hesitation.

"Inspite of most of my cabinet's luke warm support, I'm sure within myself... and, mind you, I'm not blind to the real possibilty of having my head lopped off like John the Babtist and served up at Trinity's main access gate some moonless night."

Mallory shook his helmetless head side to side, a liberty he took for granted having made total honesty a condition of service to the Commander and Chief.

"Akbar is a man of honor as we understand it and under a flag of truce you can be sure no harm will come to you. You know I know his measure first hand."

"I don't doubt your judgement but chit happens. For all we know, as we speak, or before I arrive or even while there in the midst negotiating, Akbar could be ousted as chief of chiefs. In any of those scenarios all bets are off as to keeping my head attached to my neck."

"True enough, but unlikely. I have seen, and owe my very life, to the powerful bonds of honor between the war chiefs of the Seven Nations and Akbar. He is truly revered and only his passing to the Happy Hunting Grounds will unseat him."

"Time will tell. See to the hover truck's readiness yourself. I'll be done here shortly and will meet you at the Western Depot."

(to be cont.)