JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Dante Florencia on Feb 5, 2014 22:48:34 GMT -5
 † DANTE FLORENCIA † Fiat justitia ruat caelum – "Let justice be done though the heavens fall." It is a Latin phrase which simply states the belief that justice should be given equally to all, regardless of the consequences. While one might attribute such a phrase to the story of the Roman governor, Piso, modern interpretations of the maxim are taken in a positive light to mean that 'one should give to every person what is due, without favor or preference'. As such, one could say that is a phrase best used to describe the concept of 'Retribution' and its personification in the form of the winged goddess, 'Nemesis' – both of which ascribe to the notion of impartial judgment to punish, or reward, those who stand before them. Justice, however, is merely a word without the courage of those who are willing to stand for it. Courage, as many men have told one another in the past, is not in itself the absence of fear, but it is the choice to ignore it and stand by what one believes in – for what they think is right. It can be shown in a myriad of ways just as love can be expressed in as many forms as one can possibly think of. The mainstream media has taught that courage is best shown on a battlefield – soldiers shouting defiantly at the advancing enemy lines despite the fact that death and defeat were already certain. However, there are other times where the media depicts courage in a subtler sense; not as loud or as glorious as the first archetype, but equally fierce, if not more so, in both size and magnitude: the courage to start and take the first step in the journey of a thousand miles and a thousand trials. "The link is up, sir; the encrypted feed has also been established," informed a casually-dressed man who sat in front of a computer terminal with a professional-grade communication headset on him. He was but only one of the group of twenty people who were typing, clicking, and checking every minute detail of their system before their dated broadcast finally began. The high-definition cameras were set as were the communication lines and data encryption protocols, with personalized anti-hack programs running parallel to random code generator networks from every country buttressing their system's already nigh-impenetrable digital defenses. In fact, one might even say that no one on earth in that moment in time would be able to interfere or even trace the broadcast, its origin, or who even made it. The only evidence of such a broadcast ever existing would be the image the people would see on their screens at that point in human history. The scheduled meeting with the members of the United Nations Security Council and the various groups that represented the civilian-military sectors started thirty minutes late. Out of the fifty-six delegates who had confirmed their appearance in the discreet meeting of the UNSC, only twenty-nine had just arrived; just barely enough to start a quorum and commence the discussion. The last one to 'arrive' was the enigmatic ‘D’, whose presence was only shown by the large gothic ‘D’ icon displayed on the foldable LCD screens on the tables of the delegates. Late-comers were understandable, however; it was not unusual to get lost in finding the venue for the meeting considering that it was easy to get lost in Paris’ streets, especially in the part of the city where they were meeting in. “Mr. Chairman, I declare that a quorum has been reached. Let this honorable body commence with today’s agenda,” announced the middle-aged man in the Anderson & Sheppard formal wear, a representative of the United States. The Chairman, a representative of the French Ministry of Defense, nodded and noted to his personal secretary that the meeting was now underway. The US delegate spoke once more. “The body is now in session. Gentlemen, I would like to ask your full cooperation in this matter since I would like to make it to my wife’s dinner party. It is Valentine’s Day, after all!” he jested. Everyone laughed except ‘D’ whose presence had not strayed off from just being a large gothic letter on a computer screen. Nobody felt the least bit threatened or disturbed by this – to them, this ‘D’ may be a powerful figure in the world of arms dealing, but in the meeting today, they were all on his level if not above him. To them, he was nothing more than an eccentric shut-in who did not even bother to show his face nor were they sure that ‘D’ was even a ‘he’ in the first place. Oh, they had heard the rumors about this person, but rumors are nothing more than hearsay, no better than children’s stories; and for these men, stories are best left as that. Fantasy has no place in the real world. [1/15] "Secrecy is its own security." |
