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The Classroom​
The desks were bolted to the floor.
The chairs were bolted to the desks.

The bell rang. Eight-thirty.
Nobody stood.

No instruction was given.
No movement followed.

The door was open.
Nobody walked through.

The professor did not act.
The students did not move.
Their pens were poised.
 
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The Classroom​
The desks were bolted to the floor.
The chairs were bolted to the desks.

The bell rang. Eight-thirty.
Nobody stood.

No instruction was given.
No movement followed.

The door was open.
Nobody walked through.

The professor did not act.
The students did not move.
Their pens were poised.
I read this and was reminded of 'The Neverending Story' (second half). In Ende's book, Bastian can act freely, just like how the students can stand up. The door is open. But bastian waits for the next wish to tell him who he is, like how the students wait for the professor. Both of them have delegated agency to the system.
The door was open.
Nobody walked through.
An open door is not an exit condition, it is a potential transition. Bastian had infinite wishes but no rule saying when to stop. The classroom has an open door but no rule saying who can leave
The professor did not act.
The students did not move.
The professor doesnt act. The empress cannot act. Both are operationally inert central authorities.
 
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The lungs expanded. The breath was held.

The tongue touched teeth. No words were formed.

An itch started on the knee. The hand did not lift.

The retinas registered the closing arc of a fist. The brain did not signal.

A thought surfaced: "Why?". It sank back down.
The itch remained. The fist arrived.
 
Benevolence & Righteousness
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Whether master or slave,
whether poor or rich;
Whether ignorant or wise-

We all die the same,
the wise think themselves great;
pondering minds, decerning eyes.
clinging to something they justify.

We all die the same,
He that walks on two's.
Paper as his defense-
in fear of loosing it all;
what a sorry life.

Perhaps that vain man was right.
 
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