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An Utopia
Topic Started: Nov 17 2013, 09:55 PM (104 Views)
Simon de Castro
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Hey guys, we were discussing Thomas More's Utopia at class and our professor asked us to write an utopia but of course nothing too much detailed. This can be a part of my introduction to Balder, for you guys to know me better if you have time and patience to read an abysmal work of art :)

Note: The Almighty Creator is Melih Gokcek, Mayor of the City of Ankara.

A Requiem For the Past

It was dark in the middle of the day, just like it would be if evil forces of Sauron conquered the city. I was sitting in a cafe, a thought dwelling in my mind “Whose dystopia we are living in?”. (I am still not sure whose dystopia Anqura is but I guess Almighty Creator of this perfect dystopia has short dark hair, a slimy smile on his face, a moustache which is known to be a symbol among the sacred cult of an ancient religion and dark eyes. The Almighty Creator as I imagine, also wears glasses, which hides his dark intentions concerning his obedient slaves) The cafe was full of people and I could hear cheerless tirades rise from every corner, but with no intention of rebelling. Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World” seemed like a tale of ancient times which has no validity for our times and a reminder of long gone days, full of magic. We, the crucified mass, were too depressed to acknowledge that we were depressed. The first drops of rain began to fall peacefully and set the scene for a dramatic event. A man walked into the cafe, unconquerable by the rain drops which had begun carpet bombing. He was about 60-70 years old, looked like a respected university professor with gray stylish hair, a fancy but humble suit and to complete the set, glasses. Unfortunately, the patches on his suit and his craving looks at the tempting food in the cafe window gave away the poverty he was living in. He drew my attention as soon as he came in and while he was looking for a place to sit, I felt an uncontrollable desire for him to sit at my table. The gods heard my prayers and he walked with confident steps towards me. Then he asked “May I sit?”. I saluted the gods for the first time in my life with a wholehearted smile and with a nonchalant gesture I implied that he was welcome but that did not interest me. We sat together for a while without speaking and grunted and sighed together, enjoyed falling deeper and deeper into collective melancholy. He dared to break the silence and began speaking “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...”. I was glad to have a chance to prove my motto which is: if a man quotes Star Wars, he cannot be evil.

He continued, “There was a small insignificant planet which had a small place in a great and tiresome eternity of outer space, inhabited by species which had common ancestors with humankind. If you would look down on that little planet, like a wrathful god watches his terrified slaves, you could see that the planet looked much like a bowl of sand. Arid lands covered much of its surface. But when you gave up your role as god and reverted into a bewildered space adventurer, then looked closer at the planet, you could see little havens of solid rock trees which seemed to be standing since the beginning of time and a lake providing fresh water in each one of them, all around the ruthless desert. A sun, they did not call it “sun” of course, Rbamah was its name, woke life up in the havens. Blossomed flowers, tamed fruits of trees and sunlight that found a way around the greenest leaves to reach the soil created a heavenly scene early in the morning. Contrary to peaceful look of havens, the desert was tough, sandstorms and every kind of sharp-toothed, hard-clawed, bloodthirsty lizard occupied the depths of the desert. Adventurous youth went into the desert, looking for new havens when the generous but small havens could not supply increasing population and most of them never came back, probably slain by desert lizards and Rocqubans considered this as the perfect solution for the growing population. Yes, this little, insignificant bowl of sand was named Rocquba. Alas! Its name does not have much importance for us hereafter.” Until his last two sentences he told his tale in a joyful tone like his story was true and he was remembering an old friend and his tone gave away a real excitement of exploration. Oh, but those last two sentences... I could smell the sweet sorrow of nostalgia, a requiem for the past.

He asked for a cigarette. As he was slowly poisoning himself, his blue, tired eyes were looking still. I did not want to interrupt his thoughts and I also knew that falling into melancholy is the fundamental right of a human being, a right that no constitution mentions because it is too obvious. We sat in silence for about half an hour, but this time with no grunting, no sighing. Like a great poet once said “He is haunted by the memory of a lost paradise. In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise. He is chained forever to a world that's departed, it is not enough, it is not enough”. I felt that my old friend could be the “he” in that poem but there were parts that I was not able to explain at that moment.

He went back to speaking about Rocquba and his voice was slowly recovering from grief. “I said that Rocqubans have common ancestors with humankind. They probably ran away to that far end of the galaxy after the Third Doomsday War, when the whole world turned into a post-apocalyptic nuclear wasteland. Some people ran away, like the Rocqubans, and some people stayed and tried to survive on the destroyed soil of the Earth, for the third time. I found this information in The Great Library of Rocquba, which was built under the desert and was connected to all the havens. The Great Library of Alexandria is nothing but a primary school library, where fables and tales for children reside on dusty shelves when compared with the Rocquban library. It was the only library they had but they did not need another. The Library was also the only connection between the havens, and as a result it was crowded with scholars and travellers all the time. Dense interaction between scholars and travellers meant that the two important devices of scientific breakthrough blended together: experiment and observation. They considered deduction and induction as an insult to every person’s uniqueness and perfection as an individual. I can see your eyebrows rise with questions and I can answer your questions right away. No, they did not have an individuality concept like the one capitalism forces on us turning us into lonely and selfish Machiavellian villains. They had great respect for the individual’s mental aspect, but every work in Rocquba was done with communal effort and they had no chance to be lonely or selfish. After all, the first colonials could not have survived in the arid deserts of Rocquba - manuscripts tell us that they landed in the middle of the desert, far from any havens – if they had not worked cooperatively. Therefore, Rocqubans consider comradeship as the basis of survival and their only weapon against extinction. Oh, my fellow Rocqubans, they were so noble but not in means of a hierarchal system, they were so calm although they lived under the shadow of great dangers and they were so elegant even after a day’s hard work. Women... The women of Rocquba were the most beautiful creatures that you could see in the whole universe. Michelangelo carved their perfect shape out of the finest marble, Rembrandt painted their red hair, bottle green eyes and fair skin and even the God of Wrath’s merciless heart softened and said “Go and enlighten the darkest souls with your beauty and irresistible smiles.” Men... Even the Colossus of Rhodes would back down with their decisive look, might of their callous hands and their terrifying steps which made the soil tremble and at the same time lovingly enclose their feet. We are humankind and so were they, but our basic differences can separate us from kilometres away. This separation is not just about physical appearance. For example, every relation we have is a relationship based on self-interest. Some relationships satisfy our need for love, some satisfy our need for hate, we need somebody to hate and this is why we have the Almighty Creator. Our relationship with a sheep satisfies our hunger and our relationship with a tree satisfies our need for a shadow to lie down under. We manipulate everything for our interests and so did they. Rocqubans were aware of this simple fact, actually not just that simple fact, every simple fact that we are not aware of. I tell you this because simple facts that we are not aware of make our lives completely different. Rocqubans knew that they needed each other, that even hate is necessary. So they treated each other with respect, both friends and foes.”

He stopped for a moment to calm his voice, which had heightened with passion. A cold breeze from the never-ending savannahs of Anqura gently caressed his hair. The man who set sail on the Acheron with Orestes, embraced the breeze, and requited its love. I was watching the dance of his hair and the breeze speechless, as if a snake charmer had mesmerised me. He softly woke me up from hypnosis and began to tell me about a different aspect of Rocqubans “The common jobs of Rocqubans were building houses, harvesting food out of trees, replenishing their water supply, and chopping wood for heating. (They did not carelessly destroy little havens they had, they were always planting new trees) All of these hard jobs were done by the principals of a commune. Every able bodied man and woman worked together. They did not consider those chores as a burden, they were glad to have a chance to work together with their friends accompanied by a mug of blaq, which was served cold and tasted much like beer. Vivacious laughs rose from all around the havens during midday as an act of civil disobedience against wrathful gods, when the people of Rocquba worked. Medicine, electronics, astronomy, chemistry, biology, astrophysics were studied in the depths of The Great Library of Rocquba. I will talk about the Rocquban Library in more detail later. They did not study law because they did not know what law meant and if you tried to explain to them what it meant, they would probably smile and offer you a mug of blaq. A Rocquban was agile -because most of their lives they lived on the trees, where their houses were- and strong –because they were accustomed to hard work- and usually illiterate. There was no compulsory educational system in Rocquba. If a person revealed his or her intention to study science, he had to travel to the library. Rocqubans had much respect for those who study at the field of science and they often encouraged their friends and children to explore its uncharted territories. Twenty scholars in each field lectured a hundred students each and twenty students replaced the scholars after they were considered to be capable of teaching, by their tutors. The rest, who were not that successful in that particular field of science, were sent back to the havens to improve life standards. They were welcomed by the inhabitants and largely consulted for their wisdom. Retired scholars devoted themselves to new inventions. No one knew what really lied in the depths of the library but I can say that I even saw a rusty space shuttle. Also, the only hospital of Rocquba was in the library. Rocqubans were the masters of herbs and healing but if a disease could not be treated by the local people of the havens, the patient was sent to the hospital where students of medicine did their best to gain their tutors favour, and a generously given blessing from the patient.” A waiter interrupted his words and asked us with an insincere smile that if we wanted to have anything. A flame of hunger set his eyes on fire for a second as he calmly said “No”. Oh, my dear companion I had lost myself in your tale and forgot your poverty. I ordered a meal for him and his blue eyes shined with gratitude.

He ate elegantly. The exile, bonded to the wheel of fire that spins for eternity, ate elegantly. “I should also mention the social relations of the Rocqubans. As I said before, they had great respect for each other and the concept of individualism. Even the absurd rumble of children, their endless questions, were replied to patiently and truthfully. A great mystery for the children of the Earth, how a baby comes to life was not that much of a troubling question for Rocquban kids. If they asked, they would have a satisfying answer. In Rocquba, pedophilia, incest and homosexuality were not considered as sinful or shameful choices. They knew intercourse is nothing than it really is and their choice of a partner was only a matter of who they were attracted to. Because of the inexistence of a government -a machine with rusty cogwheels covered with dust- there were no redundant laws to set up barricades over a human being’s desires. Also marriage would be a drollery for Rocqubans. You could stand there and talk for hours and hours about devoting yourself to someone with the permit of a bureaucratic device and what you would get in return could only be a mug of blaq and a smile. Again! All habitants of havens were like a family and they did not raise only their children, but also any newborn in a haven. They did not have words equal to the words in our language for “father”, “mother” and any kind of relatives. Also, when a baby came to life, all members of a haven gathered by the lake and they got drunk, smoked a plant which had hallucinative effects and made music all together. They were enthusiastic about music and it was their only comfort after the hard work of the day. Their joy while making music made me forget all my Luciferian thoughts, war of dualities in my mind.” His lament was permanent and I could smell it in the air, I could see it, I could hear it, I could feel it. His lament turned into a gray cloud and floated between the words he said.

He began to speak and every syllable that came out of his mouth was full of agony. “I will be ending my words soon enough and I will leave. You must be wondering about the Rocquban economic system. They had no economic system at all. What they produced –wood and food mostly- was piled up in a warehouse and every member of their society could replenish their stock from there without getting consent from anyone. They were not greedy and they were producing enough to keep themselves well fed and warm. Each week they carried wood, food and other goods to the library in turns. This is the end of my tale of Rocquba. For one who wandered around the universe, Rocquba was heaven and I am responsible for its hell.” He went into silence and prepared to leave.

I asked for the first time “Who are you?” “I guess I owe you this answer” he said. “I was born in Mussohit, a planet which dominated others with their skills in science and warfare. I joined the air force when I was young, like most of the boys from rich families do in Mussohit. With my skills in military intelligence –military has no intelligence at all- I became an officer in Mussohit fleet. One day we received a message from Rocquba, a test for finding neighbours in outer space. A squad of spies were sent to Rocquba to discover the planet. I was one of them. We landed near a haven called Floydian. During the daytime, we were observing how they lived and during nights we were exploring the haven we had found. We were laughing at their primitive lives condescendingly. One night we found the entrance to the library. We were amazed. Hardly a word which was not for praise came out of our mouth. At that time, I am ashamed to say, I was thinking about taking those heavenly books to my homeland. We reported the riches of the library back to our superiors and they ordered us to work as double agents and gain their trust. Learning the language was not easy, but we covered it well and introduced ourselves to the scholars. We made an agreement with them, they would let us stay as guests and we would teach them our technology. For ten years I stayed in Rocquba and most of the time I forgot my evil deeds and enjoyed their company. They did not treat us as strangers. We were part of a family of havens. At the same time, we were reporting our explorations to the Mussohitan army and one day, they said our mission was complete. Six months later, I was in a battleship, leading it to assault my beloved Rocqubans. We were standing as proud conquerors in the atmosphere of the planet. With the first order of fire the unexpected happened. Hundreds of nuclear silos around the desert launched nuclear missiles. Half of our fleet was destroyed and we made them pay by turning their lovely planet into the ruins of Carthage after the Third Punic War. We failed miserably and I was in an inexpressible anguish. After the war I was banished from Mussohit for not being able to find the nuclear missiles. I painted an avulsed tree on my ship like Ivanhoe had painted on his shield and now here I am, with all the agony and sorrow loaded on my back, standing on the soil of the Earth.”

He stood up and left me feeling amusement and compassion towards him. The night was dark and the Almighty Creator had plans for me. So I left the cafe and began to walk.
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I haven't finished reading it, but so far I really like it. You're very talented :)
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Thank you Rach, looking forward to get your final opinion :)
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This is so spiritual......
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