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gimmethemap) wrote2010-10-26 07:48 pm
gimmethemap) wrote2010-10-26 07:48 pm
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I missed the initial fervor that started this discussion and have only been able to look back, but why are so many Wardens offering to help the Doctor build these "phones", which he's openly offering to everyone? Is everyone just really excited about tinkering with some new gadget, or are the lot of you really so fucking selfish as to dive headlong after talking to people that have died or that survived you? You realize that the point to mourning is to have your sadness but to rebuild and go on living afterward, right? And what proper message are you sending to the Inmates by telling them "Oh. Yes, you've died. Yes, you're here to earn a way back if that's what you want. But BY ALL MEANS go on clinging to the things you need to let go. PLEASE take this opportunity to have something that allows you to pretend NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENED and it's life as usual."
It's not life as usual, here. Every single Inmate on this ship is a person deserving of respect when they give it in kind and our care because we are Wardens, and there are certain freedoms we should always hesitate to deny anyone here while there are others, though attractive, that we do more harm than good by granting. All of you are sworn to guide your Inmate to wisdom and reason, and to decide when they cannot. Sometimes that means knowing when to end their pain and when to help them soldier through it.
I have lost in the past. I lost my mother when I was not half a decade of age, and I buried my father one year before I came here. There were times when I thought that I would give anything to see either of them, or hear their voices, or speak to them, and after two years here I thought I had moved on. There was a flood once that brought my father here. I never got to see him, because he took my place for a time, and just knowing he'd been here tore everything open again that I had mended.
This is an ill-advised project, and shame on every one of you that's offered supplies or labor to it.
EDIT: Now I've said my piece.
It's not life as usual, here. Every single Inmate on this ship is a person deserving of respect when they give it in kind and our care because we are Wardens, and there are certain freedoms we should always hesitate to deny anyone here while there are others, though attractive, that we do more harm than good by granting. All of you are sworn to guide your Inmate to wisdom and reason, and to decide when they cannot. Sometimes that means knowing when to end their pain and when to help them soldier through it.
I have lost in the past. I lost my mother when I was not half a decade of age, and I buried my father one year before I came here. There were times when I thought that I would give anything to see either of them, or hear their voices, or speak to them, and after two years here I thought I had moved on. There was a flood once that brought my father here. I never got to see him, because he took my place for a time, and just knowing he'd been here tore everything open again that I had mended.
This is an ill-advised project, and shame on every one of you that's offered supplies or labor to it.
EDIT: Now I've said my piece.
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