Poetry day today.
This rather tongue-in-cheek look at how the world works, hides within it some universal truths. It’s also pertinent to where the world’s people are at the moment. It seems as if everywhere is a powder keg, ready to explode. The ninth stanza reminds me of someone who is currently doing exactly this. I wonder if the outcome will be similar to the finale. I wrote this poem a while ago and am amazed that it needed no tweaking at all to be as current as it is.
The idea of uniting people against a common threat rather than trying to force peace or love directly presents Ares as having an astute observation about human nature. Humans do tend to band together when faced with shared challenges.
I think that you've probably ascertained from my previous Blog interactions that I am more than a Trump fan, I absolutely admire the manner in which he achieves his goals. Not that I have any clue about his tactics. All I can understand is the outcomes. He uses the tactics in stanza nine all the time.
I think that Trump's tactics are already working. He is forcing countries into peace through his strength. Ukraine and Russia come to mind. Also, his forceful rhetoric to, for example, Canada, has Canadians already appear to be rallying to become more self-sufficient. I can't pretend to have any understanding of Trump's masterful tactics but I can recognise them when I see them. The final prize that the Trump team is working towards is world peace - "no more killing". I'm fascinated to see how this is achieved. This equates quite well with Ares winning the earth as his prize. If one follows ‘Q’, many drops speak of military planning at its finest.
Whether Trump’s tactics are masterful or messy, depending on one’s orientation, they definitely have momentum. That's how Zeus and the gods viewed what Ares was doing. They were fascinated and horrified at the same time. They didn't have a clue what Ares was trying to do. I love it. Within the confusion, mastery reigns. It is also a Sun Tzu tactic from The Art of War. I don't have any clue about what's next. If I did, Trump's plan would probably not be as brilliant as it is. If I understand, others will too.
The Art of War is all about deception and keeping the enemy (or even allies) guessing. Trump and his team seems to thrive in that ambiguity, like Ares stirring the Arctic Wastes while everyone scrambles in the maelstrom he is causing.
Our not knowing what on earth the next move will be, is important. As Sun Tzu’s Art of War sets out, “Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
What comes next, is anyone’s guess, and that’s the frustration and the fun of it.
The idea of uniting people against a common threat rather than trying to force peace or love directly presents Ares as having an astute observation about human nature. Humans do tend to band together when faced with shared challenges.
I think that you've probably ascertained from my previous Blog interactions that I am more than a Trump fan, I absolutely admire the manner in which he achieves his goals. Not that I have any clue about his tactics. All I can understand is the outcomes. He uses the tactics in stanza nine all the time.
I think that Trump's tactics are already working. He is forcing countries into peace through his strength. Ukraine and Russia come to mind. Also, his forceful rhetoric to, for example, Canada, has Canadians already appear to be rallying to become more self-sufficient. I can't pretend to have any understanding of Trump's masterful tactics but I can recognise them when I see them. The final prize that the Trump team is working towards is world peace - "no more killing". I'm fascinated to see how this is achieved. This equates quite well with Ares winning the earth as his prize. If one follows ‘Q’, many drops speak of military planning at its finest.
Whether Trump’s tactics are masterful or messy, depending on one’s orientation, they definitely have momentum. That's how Zeus and the gods viewed what Ares was doing. They were fascinated and horrified at the same time. They didn't have a clue what Ares was trying to do. I love it. Within the confusion, mastery reigns. It is also a Sun Tzu tactic from The Art of War. I don't have any clue about what's next. If I did, Trump's plan would probably not be as brilliant as it is. If I understand, others will too.
The Art of War is all about deception and keeping the enemy (or even allies) guessing. Trump and his team seems to thrive in that ambiguity, like Ares stirring the Arctic Wastes while everyone scrambles in the maelstrom he is causing.
Our not knowing what on earth the next move will be, is important. As Sun Tzu’s Art of War sets out, “Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
What comes next, is anyone’s guess, and that’s the frustration and the fun of it.
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| Not Arctic Wastes but Impressive Ben Nevis Range, Scotland |
The gods were in a quandary
Didn't quite know what to do
Zeus cried “the world’s a mess
And the solution lies with you”
They convened an urgent meeting
Decided a test the only way
Then each retired to a favourite haunt
To gather again at noon the next day
The trials began in urgent haste
Amid a great excitement
The prize, although they knew not what
Would be worth the time they spent
Aphrodite, gentle god of love
Was first to show her might
To all the peoples of the earth
She whispered “Only Love is right”
When all had heard her tender pleas
Heard all her calls for “notions of love”
They scorned each other that much more
For seeming to hearken to “thoughts from above”
Dionysus, rowdy god of wine
Thought he’d sewn the contest up
He poured out wine throughout the world
And adjured all to “sit and sup”
He should have known better
Have known that hate would be rife
When all had supped past their tolerance
They turned on each other in all-out strife
The last to try his wits that day
Was Ares, god of war!
He took his stand – the last, by choice
As all the gods sighed – said no more
A master tactician, the greatest ever
Who’d never ever lost a bout
He’d planned his tactics in advance
And, thus prepared, boldly set out
Humans, he knew, were very, very strange
Yet, they were all the same of course
He chose his venue – the Arctic Wastes
And began his onslaught – showed no remorse
His lightning struck; his thunder bellowed
Wild wind and water wrestled in wrath
The ice and earth – not match enough
Writhed and struggled in the aftermath
The gods and Zeus sat in confounded silence
Neither daring to question, nor intervene
They felt, and not without conviction
That the earth they loved was to end in ruin
Ares, however, was no human’s fool
And he watched them in silent delight
As all races, creeds and peoples as one
Gathered to overcome their common plight
As each nation’s peoples united at last
As countries and continents cried “détente, détente”
Ares slowly and carefully retreated
Declaring to Zeus “I've achieved what you want”
Zeus applauded and vowed majestically
“I’d never have dreamed that what I've seen here
Could have ever transpired through the god of war
And I have to admit I had some doubts and fear”
“You've won your prize, there is no doubt
I trust you’ll appreciate its worth
You understand them and united the people
I give you your prize. It’s yours – The Earth!”
Research credit – Grok AI
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