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Thursday photo prompt

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You can stop worrying, no-one will ever know, your secret is safe, hidden, under key. Now you have regained your freedom, there is no evidence, no proof, nothing has ever happened. Your thoughts are safe, and as you well know, time erases everything.

So, it is up to you, what you do with your life, where you go, who you meet. In the meantime, you only need to think of your enjoyment. As for her, she too will soon be forgotten.

 

#FiveSentenceFiction: Freedom

© Vincent BesnaultHe’s away, and I should miss him, and perhaps I do, but I know he’s happy.

He’s happy not because I am not there: he calls me every night, his words are as soft and suggestive as ever; he’s happy because he’s free.

He’s free of the ghosts of the past that haunted him, in Faust’s city he found peace and forgiveness, along her tree-lined streets, among people so much younger than him, and me…

I know he goes to the small park, where he finds solace, sometime love, maybe even poetry and inspiration.

I envy his freedom, but I know soon I will join him, not just for a day, or two, but forever…

 

Daily Prompt: New Internet Order

All the world’s countries have decided that the Internet itself needs a government. Your country asks you to run for Prime Minister of the ‘Net — do you accept? If so, what will your platform be?

Vint Cerf - 2010

I know that, for most of you, its true origin is a mystery: but please believe me, the past is the past, and, today it no longer matters that much secrecy surrounded its creation: for, now, it is ours, as its creators would have wanted.

Yes: ours, it belongs to us, the humble, the creators, the genuine people. And it is up to us to turn it into what we want, what we all want, and it may be helpful to all of us to remind ourselves of what that is.

Like Gaia, Mother Earth, the Net is alive. Our spirits animate the Net the way the world’s rivers, oceans and forests keep Gaia alive. We are its life blood: our thoughts, the books we write, the pictures we take, the music we weave, our dreams, flow through those canals, ever changing, enchanted, for ever keeping our minds awake, attentive, loving.

There can be no formal government of it, but careful attention, respect for the skills and courage of its keepers, readiness to fight and keep it free and clear of greed and distortion: like Gaia it is our property and we will defend its freedom, our freedom. For its enslavement would be ours, and this we will not tolerate.

So, the mission is clear: what we have to do is to preserve it, as mankind’s instrument of tolerance, freedom and respect. We will keep it free of interference, free of spies, free of weaponry: it is the ultimate demilitarised frontier, where mankind expresses itself, away from censors, dictators and demagogues. We will protect its inhabitants, of all ages and aspirations. We will keep evil from its shores.