

The Signless
@ironInfidel
You are so much more than what they've decided for you.
I am often asked if I could forgive even the Empress herself for her part in the suffering of our people. What I think we should be asking, instead, is whether the Empress is capable of redemption. Yes. A thousand times yes. I believe that there is no troll beyond redemption. Were the Empress to walk up to me and ask for guidance in trying to be better, who would I be to deny her that? But she has to want it. We have to want it. You have to want it. That is the difference, the defining factor, at the end of the night. We cannot save those who dig their heels in and refuse to be saved.
I often find myself stargazing. I know that across the Empire's many colony planets, trolls gaze up at vastly different constellations, the patterns and brightest motes appearing alien in comparison to the view from our homeworld. But they are the same stars all the same. We all stare up at the same stars, even if they do not look the same from where we stand.
There is no shame in having doubts, insecurities, or fears. I would like to share one of mine, so that you know you are not alone out in this broad reality of ours. Sometimes I find myself caught in my own reflection, wondering; Do I speak for the people because I am the Signless, or am I the Signless because I speak for the people? Where does the line between nature and action lay, and how broad is it? How blurred? I believe I am doing the right thing, and I believe I am doing it for the right reasons. But who am I to say how that defines my character to others?
To err is troll, to forgive divine.
Troll Pitbull is singing, frankly, out of his mind tonight. It's wonderful.
On this day of celebration, I say to you; Be merry, be well, and be with your friends. Laugh heartily and without restraint.
I apologize for my last post, I was in an unclear state of mind when I wrote it. For posterity's sake I will leave it up, but rest assured that I am alright. I merely need some sleep, I think.
THE VISIONS TERRIBLE AND MIGHTY REALITY FRACTURES AND THE WORLD TREMBLES VIOLENT WITH THE UNDERSTANDING THAT THIS IS WRONG THIS IS ALL WRONG ALL WRONG ALL WRONG ALL WRONG A THOUSAND THOUSAND LIVES ANTITHESIS TO THEMSELVES AND THE BLOOD REBELS THE BLOOD REBELS THE BLOOD REBELS THE BLOOD REBELS
I have yet another migraine. I have tried a variety of remedies, but if anyone has some more unusual cures, I would be willing to give them a try.
I dreamt I was a flutterbeast, flittering hither and thither, for all intents and purposes a flutterbeast. I was aware only of my happiness as a flutterbeast, unaware that I was myself. Then I awoke, and there I was, certainly myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a troll dreaming I was a flutterbeast, or whether I am now a flutterbeast, dreaming I am a troll.
Friends of mine have been urging me to go to #EridanWeek, so that I might show the world the works I have been doing. But no, I say, my time has not yet come. Your time is always here, the world cannot hate you, so I say you go to #EridanWeek. I am not going up to this festival, for my time has not yet fully come.
I dream often. I dream of kindness. I dream of a world where no troll is culled for their blood color, where our people are not measured by how well we climb over one another but by how well we pull others higher, where we are united by compassion. I often hear from others that I am naïve, that what I speak of is a fool's dream, that paradise cannot be found for trollkind. But I disagree. I do not dream of paradise; I dream of cooperation, of a willingness to help, of the simple act of reaching out one's hand to another. And sometimes even when I am awake, it still feels as if I am dreaming. Those are the times when I am surrounded by my loved ones; My best friend, my partner, my mother, those who I trust implicitly and who trust me just as much in turn. I do not believe that what I see in my dreams is unattainable, because I already see it plain before me. All we need to do is reach out, again, one hand to the next. That's all it takes.
Take my hand! I can show you a better world! https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d92c32d0d25f.png
It's like gravity. The collective mass of the people, kept low by the system, feels impossible to escape. But that's just the thing; We shouldn't be trying to escape our circumstances. We should be uplifting our communities, our collective friends and allies. We should turn that gravitational pull into our strength, like the stars we hail from.
The spirit of comradery has already entered you, you just need to realize it and let it fill you completely.
彡LOVE thy n3ighbor!彡
I have been practicing my breath hold to prepare for some upcoming meetings in seadweller settlements. I'm up to fifteen minutes now.
"He taught that the lowblood grub and the highblood grub alike are wounded by the hemospectrum. One is taught that they are lesser and expendable, while the other is taught that domination is a virtue and their burden. Both of them are robbed of their greater potentials by this system which only shackles." #WordsoftheSignless
A positive mindset won't solve everything, but it is akin to a good pair of shoes for a long hike.






















