1.1.1 Chapter Ten – Journeying To The Field
1.1.1.1 Of Battle
Through the sparse meadows Dib took shelter and sought a place of sanctity from the violent and monotonous sounds of war, flying bullets and pleas for mercy that showed no strive for peace – only an endeavor of survival from the ever-present and all but concealed wartime that lay ahead. Looking unto the reservoir, hidden from all combat, none would have – could have – guessed that there was a time of great conflict among the separate groups of the world.
Now, though not one person could know venturing from a previous time period, the world was divided by nations, as it had begun in the far distant and well conspired over history of the slowly evolving human race. Progress in morality being the least concern of the general public, the only area left for substantial improvement was in weapons; the very essence of primitive behavior. With the absence of a considerable amount of continents, being there was only one land mass and ocean surrounding it wholly, the sections of the world were divided using boundaries that stretched from ocean to ocean in a sort of proclamation that symbolized they were free of rule from the others' law.
However, if they were in fact free of such things, why were they out in battlefields attempting to maintain them? If this was true, why did they feel the obligation to fight for the very same things they already stated were in their possession? After tackling the paradox in his mind for some time, Dib had concluded that the need to prove something that was apparent and literally right in front of their nose was merely a part of human nature. Then why didn't it register with him? Sometimes he thought he really was crazy, and he might as well have been, for what use was sanity in this wasteland of war?
Callista. Callista did have a sense of proving things that were obvious to those who did not dare to believe her and whatever odd things that may pass her lips. She did have a sense of pride that clearly showed through any act she would try to cover it up with. It was as if Callista adamantly followed through with the philosophy that one must meticulously deliberate what words she would allow heard. All in all, she was one to put up a fight, and give up none too soon. If it weren't for the fact that Dib had been here this very moment, and that she had Caitlyn to care for, she'd probably be here this minute fighting, between life and death.
Alas, she wasn't here. Dib regretted ever leaving them, a four year old whom he had chosen to care, and Callista – oh how he missed her. It was during wartime, and Dib feared he might never see her again; that the remnants of the life he left behind would be obliterated in the vastness of this death zone called a planet. 'A planet in war,' Dib thought to himself, 'might as well not be a planet at all.'
Even if there was a sufficient reason to start a war, the outcome was far from the original goal intended. Dib bid goodbye to Callista, in his mind, for he knew that the likely-hood he would never return alive was a reality.
1.1.1.1 Of Battle
Through the sparse meadows Dib took shelter and sought a place of sanctity from the violent and monotonous sounds of war, flying bullets and pleas for mercy that showed no strive for peace – only an endeavor of survival from the ever-present and all but concealed wartime that lay ahead. Looking unto the reservoir, hidden from all combat, none would have – could have – guessed that there was a time of great conflict among the separate groups of the world.
Now, though not one person could know venturing from a previous time period, the world was divided by nations, as it had begun in the far distant and well conspired over history of the slowly evolving human race. Progress in morality being the least concern of the general public, the only area left for substantial improvement was in weapons; the very essence of primitive behavior. With the absence of a considerable amount of continents, being there was only one land mass and ocean surrounding it wholly, the sections of the world were divided using boundaries that stretched from ocean to ocean in a sort of proclamation that symbolized they were free of rule from the others' law.
However, if they were in fact free of such things, why were they out in battlefields attempting to maintain them? If this was true, why did they feel the obligation to fight for the very same things they already stated were in their possession? After tackling the paradox in his mind for some time, Dib had concluded that the need to prove something that was apparent and literally right in front of their nose was merely a part of human nature. Then why didn't it register with him? Sometimes he thought he really was crazy, and he might as well have been, for what use was sanity in this wasteland of war?
Callista. Callista did have a sense of proving things that were obvious to those who did not dare to believe her and whatever odd things that may pass her lips. She did have a sense of pride that clearly showed through any act she would try to cover it up with. It was as if Callista adamantly followed through with the philosophy that one must meticulously deliberate what words she would allow heard. All in all, she was one to put up a fight, and give up none too soon. If it weren't for the fact that Dib had been here this very moment, and that she had Caitlyn to care for, she'd probably be here this minute fighting, between life and death.
Alas, she wasn't here. Dib regretted ever leaving them, a four year old whom he had chosen to care, and Callista – oh how he missed her. It was during wartime, and Dib feared he might never see her again; that the remnants of the life he left behind would be obliterated in the vastness of this death zone called a planet. 'A planet in war,' Dib thought to himself, 'might as well not be a planet at all.'
Even if there was a sufficient reason to start a war, the outcome was far from the original goal intended. Dib bid goodbye to Callista, in his mind, for he knew that the likely-hood he would never return alive was a reality.
