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[Jan 24][Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu] Muddying minds
Title: Muddying Minds
Day / Theme: Jan 24 / Poetry is the street talk of angels and devils
Series: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu
Characters: Kyon, Koizumi
Rating: G
Word Count: 450
It was during middle school when Kyon realized that the world had been losing its collective mind for a very long time now, but it was only at the start of high school did he figure that there were external factors driving the wild ride. He didn’t need to look too far himself for proof.
It easily found him.
“Are you telling me that some of your espers actually go around visiting people in their dreams, making them think they’re being spoken to by God?”
“Not necessarily; we are a non-denominational agency and we don’t—”
“Whatever divine, supernatural being some poor bastard is susceptible to.”
“It’s a bit more roundabout than that.”
“There’s no roundabout it,” Kyon retorted, irritated by the other’s mysterious smile. “You’re force-feeding your brand of nonsense to unsuspecting people.”
“Well,” Koizumi conceded. “I suppose a few of them are likely high-functioning schizophrenics—who knows? There’s a lot of theological positions on it, but a common theme used to justify such suggestions is that what separates mankind from other living creatures is their ability to recognize the will of the singularity and act on it. It manifests in ones most secret thoughts, breeds there and grows.
“However, very few of us have enough self-possession to go around sharing thoughts we ourselves recognize to be foreign, so the purpose of such prophecies is to create a center for such thoughts to comingle and coalesce into a solid idea or notion, which can then spread to other of like mind.
“Think about it, Kyon. In many large-scale human tragedies or triumphs, it usually starts with a cataclysm, a new order that intolerably razes the old to the ground with a ravenous madness. “
“You mean like the Mayans wiping themselves out by constantly thinking the world’s about to end?” Kyon finally interrupted.
“Invariably, the Agency’s rivals are capable of using the same tactics. And of course, some more radical factions are more Mayan than others.”
“So let’s say a bunch of teenagers get high on some mutant fungus in a field somewhere. An esper can pick their mass hallucinations as some sort of message from Haruhi, and somehow propagate it?”
Koizumi chuckled sheepishly. “There are several schools of thought on that, one being the fatalist notion that whatever revolution the Agency decides to nurture, it is only as the goddess wished it. My personal take is that history judges itself. I believe in a more benevolent divinity. Ah, checkmate.”
Kyon grimaced down, absently rerouting the steps to how he lost. “… No wonder prophetic verses usually sound all cryptic and full of it,” he muttered.
The esper merely laughed and began setting up the pieces for another game.
2248 01242011
Day / Theme: Jan 24 / Poetry is the street talk of angels and devils
Series: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu
Characters: Kyon, Koizumi
Rating: G
Word Count: 450
It was during middle school when Kyon realized that the world had been losing its collective mind for a very long time now, but it was only at the start of high school did he figure that there were external factors driving the wild ride. He didn’t need to look too far himself for proof.
It easily found him.
“Are you telling me that some of your espers actually go around visiting people in their dreams, making them think they’re being spoken to by God?”
“Not necessarily; we are a non-denominational agency and we don’t—”
“Whatever divine, supernatural being some poor bastard is susceptible to.”
“It’s a bit more roundabout than that.”
“There’s no roundabout it,” Kyon retorted, irritated by the other’s mysterious smile. “You’re force-feeding your brand of nonsense to unsuspecting people.”
“Well,” Koizumi conceded. “I suppose a few of them are likely high-functioning schizophrenics—who knows? There’s a lot of theological positions on it, but a common theme used to justify such suggestions is that what separates mankind from other living creatures is their ability to recognize the will of the singularity and act on it. It manifests in ones most secret thoughts, breeds there and grows.
“However, very few of us have enough self-possession to go around sharing thoughts we ourselves recognize to be foreign, so the purpose of such prophecies is to create a center for such thoughts to comingle and coalesce into a solid idea or notion, which can then spread to other of like mind.
“Think about it, Kyon. In many large-scale human tragedies or triumphs, it usually starts with a cataclysm, a new order that intolerably razes the old to the ground with a ravenous madness. “
“You mean like the Mayans wiping themselves out by constantly thinking the world’s about to end?” Kyon finally interrupted.
“Invariably, the Agency’s rivals are capable of using the same tactics. And of course, some more radical factions are more Mayan than others.”
“So let’s say a bunch of teenagers get high on some mutant fungus in a field somewhere. An esper can pick their mass hallucinations as some sort of message from Haruhi, and somehow propagate it?”
Koizumi chuckled sheepishly. “There are several schools of thought on that, one being the fatalist notion that whatever revolution the Agency decides to nurture, it is only as the goddess wished it. My personal take is that history judges itself. I believe in a more benevolent divinity. Ah, checkmate.”
Kyon grimaced down, absently rerouting the steps to how he lost. “… No wonder prophetic verses usually sound all cryptic and full of it,” he muttered.
The esper merely laughed and began setting up the pieces for another game.
2248 01242011