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kiyakotariWritten in response to the Week #20 challenge/prompt on Resinality's ABJD Writing usergroup. Prompt was "lost." Another short one. Aiko's views do not necessarily reflect my own.
People spend a lot of time and energy on trying to find themselves. It's a multi-trillion dollar industry - and not just the shelves and shelves of self-help books and tapes at the library. No, there's religion, too. Or perhaps religions would be more appropriate. All of them. They're all just part of the grand human experiment in self-discovery, that unending, desperate attempt to find Truth. To find that something that's missing.
Aiko's never really bothered with it. She's always known exactly where she was, at any given moment. Any ephemeral Truth beyond that...well, she believes in empirical data. There's not a lot of empirical in religion, unless you're making the etymological connection to empires, and the way a lot of them have risen and fallen because of the whole thing. What a mess.
Her mother trekked halfway across the planet to find herself. She found Aiko's father instead, but maybe it amounts to the same thing, in the end.
Lying here, in the dark, curled in Hideo's arms - all six of them - and watching her lover's eyes twitch beneath her eyelids in the rapid-fire of REM sleep, Aiko thinks that maybe her mother had the right of it. It's not about what you can learn. For them, learning, acquiring knowledge, is easy. It's about what you can do with that knowledge. It's about the people.
Aiko wants to help the people find themselves.
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People spend a lot of time and energy on trying to find themselves. It's a multi-trillion dollar industry - and not just the shelves and shelves of self-help books and tapes at the library. No, there's religion, too. Or perhaps religions would be more appropriate. All of them. They're all just part of the grand human experiment in self-discovery, that unending, desperate attempt to find Truth. To find that something that's missing.
Aiko's never really bothered with it. She's always known exactly where she was, at any given moment. Any ephemeral Truth beyond that...well, she believes in empirical data. There's not a lot of empirical in religion, unless you're making the etymological connection to empires, and the way a lot of them have risen and fallen because of the whole thing. What a mess.
Her mother trekked halfway across the planet to find herself. She found Aiko's father instead, but maybe it amounts to the same thing, in the end.
Lying here, in the dark, curled in Hideo's arms - all six of them - and watching her lover's eyes twitch beneath her eyelids in the rapid-fire of REM sleep, Aiko thinks that maybe her mother had the right of it. It's not about what you can learn. For them, learning, acquiring knowledge, is easy. It's about what you can do with that knowledge. It's about the people.
Aiko wants to help the people find themselves.
