My war began around ten years ago. I made a decision pertaining to my direction through this material life. And I immediately set in place directions and goals which had to be met in order to win this war. The goals are the battles and I easily routed my enemies as I pursued a course which would bring all my earthly needs within grasp. Over the past three years I have been fighting an unremitting foe with a much stronger army and they have crushed me on several occasions. But as Boulez has said, ‘if something goes wrong for you, you have to be stronger. And that’s it!’ And from every loss, every crushed cavalry and mutilated limb, I have emerged with an even greater knowledge of my foe. Two weeks ago I galvanised my forces and launched an assault which, as it appeared to everyone, resulted in utter victory and the end of my war. But no! This was a hollow victory and there was no celebrating. The enemy still surviced. And also, you see, I have given myself the chance to bring this struggle to a complete and final end. I will meet my enemy tomorrow, on the 23rd May, and we will engage in our final skirmish. If I win there will be no more war. If I lose I will simply consider my victory two weeks ago as a reasonable outcome, but hardly glorious. However, tomorrow could well be the moment of glory, the crowning achievement of my life. In fact, this final battle is the most decisive moment I have ever faced and will determine how I live from now on.
The Neocrats can help me prepare in these final hours. It is now 1629 and I meet the opposing army tomorrow at noon. The preparation continues as I listen to the songs of Aziz Sharokh. I mean to keep you posted!



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16:47 - A semi-sipped coffee and a rehearsed manoevure. To be followed by a conversation: can the scouts report any helpful information?