The year is 10151

Day one of the fourth hand, Se`Var

Second Resting

To Whom It May Concern,

It takes no time at all to learn the terms of Gorean conduct, definitions of flora and fauna. It takes barely a day or so to scan most of the web sites out there in order to build a believable character in which to play on the net. In fact we might even believe you wish to learn as we provide you our best sites, libraries, and hard worked essay`s in which to look over, to find common ground for you to understand.

However that is not why I have chosen to write you today. Today is the last day of the year. This is the last day you have to lie, deceive and harm this year. Scary thought eh, well have heart you always have tomorrow. The people that trust you in reality would look shamefully at you if they knew you truly, knew the values and moral conduct you refuse to apply. You might even have children that look up to you and respect you. Does that haunt you at night before bed, that the person you are is duel in form, and you can`t remember who you are. Does it upset you that no matter how hard you try you never come up the ladder of success, something is always missing.

Does it pain you to remember that this world ends the moment you turn the power off on your computer, yet others live this, breath this, and know this reality as their philosophy? Do you find it a lot of work to maintain so many ISP accounts, and nicknames. How do you keep up to it all, and maintain sanity? Are you sane?

Do you ask yourself what the next year will bring, joy, tears, lessons, or do you simply exist because of us?

Do you miss being real, passionate, and hard working?

Do you remember the codes that you spoke, and honored?

Do you miss decency?

What value would your sorrow have besides the taste of regret, and bitterness. It must be a hard night for you knowing that this year had no value, no impact on your life. Yet we thrive, and we live as always. Does it hurt you to see us discuss, and understand what we are, while you stand alone and confused.

Have you swallowed your fear of us... the fear that we lived beyond fiction. We are here, and we will continue to be here. The disgust you show when you see with your own eyes facts that belong to those who have earned them. Does it upset you, anger you that we have grown up and you remain the child, grasping at our ankles. I shrug you, I carry you no more. For you see there is no entrance for strangers, they are our enemies. I am Nyre, and I am of Gor. I do not wish you well.

This is my letter to end the year. It pleased me to talk to those who slink around in shadows, and do not lead. It pleased me to know I am able to live this philosophy with heart, and passion. Goreans, as it is known are loving, and passionate. For one mere slave they would slay a city. For one mere slave they would war. Why, because it is *theirs*. You do not take what belongs to another man, or another woman. Sometimes great bonds are born, time provides a deep seeded trust, a friendship, and only then under great respect, and silent words do we share what belongs to us. For some their property is never to be shared. It is the way of Goreans. They choose how to live without malice, without bitterness. Life is the adventure in itself. Fear is not an option, or suggestion in which they partake. It is said the road to Ar is marked in pasangs. I believe this. For some people that road never ends. Others have seen the entrance in, touched it, and walked through it understanding why it was there. Some are more fortunate then others. Some are stronger.

The weak as is known have always been the easy prey in nature. It is not so for humans. Systems, and Society has protected, and lengthened the lives of the weak. It is an error. For now the strong are less then the weak, yet we shoulder the burden. It is tiresome, but it is done nevertheless. In order to work, and provide for our families it is the requirement of dealing with these people daily. I believe that it will change soon. I believe there will be a place that belongs to only the best, those that earned that place. The weak will have no map, and the strong will not be providing it. Is this cruel? No. It is logical, and it is how we exist. I once said to someone... "What if it was your son", and he smiled.

I know why now. We have the tools to educate, the knowledge to change, the ability to ignore the weak. The time, we have the time to ensure our families are not weak, our children are not permitted the easy way, the fast road. We have the knowledge to show them how to live, how to remember. We are of Gor, we the living.

I wish you well, those of Gor.

Nyre

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