Walking the streets, looking for an area of operation.
We went South, then a day later we went West.
Both places seem good, seem manageable, but I think
we agreed the South would be the better option.
Either one is fine, we concluded. The AOs are close enough to one another.
In the round table we sat one morning. We sat to discuss the formation of an
organization. One with noble principles, and a quasi-military structure.
We knew that it could not last; even the Roman empire fell at some point.
But we spoke of such things, of spreading knowledge, of setting an example
we no longer see, but that lives in us– passed down to us by our forefathers.
Values that keep our society together; the lack of which tears apart its foundations.
But how could we change such a large space, we thought. Why not then set a more
realistic goal. One of forming a new society –one that thrives amongst the larger society in secrecy.
Hidden in plain sight. These things we spoke of: Marcus Aurelius, Bushido, Chivalry, La Cosa Nostra.
These things we spoke of and meant it. An organization and a society, to do what others cannot.
These things we spoke of, my brother and I.
