I don't really know why I'm releasing this - probably to satisfy my easily
amused mind, although more likely to try and flesh out the reasoning behind
why the main character does what he does. 

Call it a teaser, I suppose, for the last chapter of the Sailor Moon story, 
I'm Here to Help, which should be out some time in the next few days. It's 
a journal entry(one of many) that just didn't make it into the real story. 
It will, of course, make little sense to people who haven't read the story.

Comments are not necessary, although feel free.

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Hate. Fear. Depravity.

People think me insane, to fight for such goals. But then, thinking someone
insane for thinking differently from you is just the sort of reaction that
gave us the Purification if the first place.

To many... to most, in fact, it sounded like paradise, like... 'utopia', to
have a world free of the dark emotions, the negative karma, the 'evil' that
lay within us all. Devils and demons had swamped the world, and billions had
died from their hellfire cavortations, before ice had claimed all.

But... 

But what is love, if not the opposite of hate? How can we describe beauty,
without believing we know what is ugly? Is the drive to excel a bonus for
society, or merely a selfish and destructive pursuit? Can it not be that
the virtue of one is the sin of another? How can there be the mountain of
joy, without the valley of despair? What, truly, is 'good'? What, truly,
is 'evil'?

And how can there be hope, when there are no dark moments for hope to fight
against?

Humanity lives in a half-life, thanks to the purification. They go through
the motions - family, friends, functioning in society - but there is no
spark. No drive. No fire!

This is not a golden age. This is not the conquering of evil. This is not the
culmination of good's master plan. All this is, is. Nothing more, nothing
less than a dull and bland city that goes through the motions of having a
life.

There's some philosophical question, so old I truly cannot claim to remember
it. Now that I am here, in the past, now that I have finally identified
Serenity, it's coming to me, in half-felt flashes of words and sentences.

It was something vaguely along the lines of 'If you could change time for 
the better, then what hope, _what_ dream, what better future would you need, 
if that change required the death of so much as one child?'

And the answer is simple.

Hate. Fear. Depravity.

...Humanity.