Conceived in equity and revolution, yet detached from the Divine. The first star born of earth was a red star. It would inspire a 10,000 to the enchantment of the revolution. However much, it was a soul-less man made star. In the end, this forlorn effort to solely ground our lives to the ego, and dismiss the irrational side of the human heart, could not tolerate this mundane and lovely object objective existence.
The Red Army was once upon a time a most valued ally in our time of crisis, upon the longest midnight hour of humanity. In 1941 the United States was confronted with the choice; to either join a Communist alliance or holding the line independently against Nazi-Germany. In 1941, the US Army was chosen to combine her power with the Red Army.
Although victors by 1945, both nations were tested by peer pressure to undergo a most dramatic of metamorphosis. In 1945, US was a free nation, with it's own kind of Christian based caste system (that rivaled Hindu-caste system of India), likewise the suffocating debts incurred by the new Soviet, scientific, utopia were toxic to the human soul.
The US of 1945 compared to the US of 1985 were indeed stark, and the US would win the race to change itself to a more equitable situation, acrimoniously casting of the yoke off its racially based caste system of laws. However, the Soviet Union double downed on the control of the masses for a hallow dream, that circumcised the human spirit.
Providentially the powers amongst the Socialist Councils took a long and deep, soulful self-inspection, and chose to undergo the ultimate metamorphosis. The straw that broke the camel's back was a monumental failure in Afghanistan. In this wake, the Giant Red Robot was awoken to its own folly, and after the retreat of 11/9, it inspired the most majestic hope of hopes, across the world, it would finally surrendered to the ever present call of the divine, on Christmas-morrow, 1991.
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