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Mr Blawke Always Reminded Me Of A Heron; I'm Not Sure Why. Something To Do With A Sense Of Rapacious Stillness, Perhaps, And Also The Aura Of One Who Knows Time Is On His Side.

Empires Are Synonymous With Centralized If Occasionally Schismatized Hierarchical Power Structures In Which Influence Is Restricted To An Economically Privileged Class Retaining Its Advantages Through Usually A Judicious Use Of Oppression And Skilled Manipulation Of Both The Society's Information Dissemination Systems And Its Lesser As A Rule Nominally Independent Power Systems. In Short, It's All About Dominance.

What Is Any Achievement, However Great It Was, Once Time Itself Is Dead?

All You Ever Were Was A Little Bit Of The Universe, Thinking To Itself. Very Specific; This Bit, Here, Right Now. All The Rest Was Fantasy.

Even Galaxy-spanning Anarchist Utopias Of Stupefying Full-spectrum Civilisational Power Have Turf Wars Within Their Unacknowledged Militaries.