Letter to Julia 20141006

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

The world is a small town.  No, I'm not making a reference to the kampung I'm living in, nor am I making a statement about how modern travel and communications have made the world smaller.  I'm actually talking about the fractal nature of oppression.  I'm not in a particularly strange mood.  I just happened to watch TV, and "Fractals and the Art of Roughness" was followed by the Kennedy assassination, while I was studying about the Pharoah in the Qur'an.

You've heard of the expression, "big fish in a small pond", right?  So if many small ponds joined together, there would still be only one big fish, or one dominant fish.  This is basic politics, but let's not talk about fair or ideal politics.  Pharoah would resort to anything to maintain power, and would eliminate the strong who would oppose him, and also the creative, because the creative would find a way to attain power.  This is what I'm talking about: not the structure of oppression, but the structure of the actions of oppression.

Since the strong and the creative are eliminated, what's left is the same old Pharoah, using the same techniques over and over again.  And so would his minions use the same methods over and over again.  For example, any thug can put on a black sheet up to the covering of his face, and be in a video of an execution.  This is the same action as producing the video, and financing the video, except that the higher ranking officers wouldn't bother getting their hands dirty.  Smaller sprigs of the same cauliflower blossom, of many blossoms before.  It means that they are not who they say they are, or what they claim they represent.  Why, do you think they would be honest with you?  What's the likelihood of that?  The point is that reality shows have been on for a very long time already, probably hundreds or thousands of years, using the same old dirty tricks.  Scripted reality.

Me?  I am a servant of Allah.  I serve Allah, and I have no more power than what Allah grants me.  Allah is the Power.  If I had any real power, then I would already be able to finance our marriage.  But Allah is the Most Superior in Planning and Resources.  No One can put on a show like Allah.  I put my trust in Allah.  Allah can make their plans backfire.  And even though one Pharoah is replaced by another, I also have faith in Judgement Day.

I'm sorry about this odd love letter.  You are my wives, and I love you, I love you with all my heart.  And I need you, I need you.  Please take gentle loving care of yourselves in my absence, and please maintain your prayers.