All Progress Depends On The Unreasonable Man Novels & Stories

but understanding. “You don’t decide what it becomes,” he said. The words steady because now this was clear. “You only decide how long you can hold it.” The man’s expression hardened because now this wasn’t control anymore. this was time running out. The weight surged. Violently. Unstable. not aligning. not shaping cleanly. fracturing under its own pressure. “You think I can’t handle it?” the man said. The words sharper now because now this mattered. more than before. “I’ve already done more than your system ever could.”

Aiden studied him. “Because fixing creates dependency,” he said. “Pointing gives agency.” The man frowned. “That sounds like an excuse.” The bond pulsed—challenge, honesty. “Maybe,” Aiden admitted. “But it’s an honest one.” The man hesitated. “People are saying you’re starting something,” he said. “That you’re afraid to admit it.” Dante’s eyes darkened. “We’re afraid of what happens when people stop thinking for themselves,” he said sharply. The man looked between them.

Failure was data. “We will not fail again,” he said. “We will learn our lesson. That boy Thorne made an error; he chose to spill his coin on a single act of conscience. He will be bypassed by our next move. We have better men now — or we will make them into better. We will harness quiet people and make them necessary. We will create a scaffolding of lies so complex that tearing it down will exhaust even their best hearts.”

“Because of the situation of things, our progress has been stalled, and it’s the reason why we want to resort to more dangerous measures. We are too quiet.” “Essentially,” the elder stated. “We need to know how much progress you’ve made so far so that we can support you in every step of the way. You do not expect the members of the unanimous assembly to just give their unwavering support when they don’t even know what they stand for.”

Amen. Counting hours, counting things, are little in size. You rise above this and count quality, which is difficult to be seen. Come, nature, dwell in you. You alone don’t choose life; let life also choose you. Allow the world in your eyes to bloom. Real as reason, fake as what followers do. You were not born to follow. None was unlike you. You establish reason, dwell during the day where you dwell. Where you stood in the past, sacrifice of time will make you feel guilty. But guilt is not you. Remember, guilt is not you. But progress is you. Infinity, all set in order just for you. Amen.

"And now?" "Now, I'd like my sister to pull her head out of the science journals and imagine something being possible without an equation. I'd like you to stop thinking that your first plan, your logical plan, is perfect, and if you don't have one, then it's not to be done. Challenge yourself a bit, and you might figure out what the rest of us already know." "And what's that?" He sat up. "That you're unstoppable when you decide to be." He stood and stretched. "I have to eat, or I'll jeopardize my rewards."

The smarter they are, the more convincing they find their own arguments. “But... it is not in our nature.” “I don’t know what your nature is, but my nature is to fight my nature. Someone or something fitted humans with needs and desires — to fight, to fuck, to survive any way we can. That was all — keep breeding, keep trying to get to the front of the queue. It wasn’t until we stopped relying on the tools we were given and made our own that we were able to evolve beyond our limitations. Well, some of us. The welding will always remain beyond your reach until you stop following the path you’ve been shown and find the one you haven’t.”

Dear Readers, Thank you for reading this story. I am more than grateful to see you until the end... thank you for your appreciation and patience in waiting for my update. Hope you loved the story. 😊 If you have any suggestions you may comment them down! It's highly appreciated. 😊❤ Thank you and God bless. ❤ Sincerely, Andriette Yllone "Doing all unreasonable things because of love is not love. It just shows your own selfishness and immaturity in forcing something bad into your own idea of love." -Unknown

"Now I know from whom Hessuel inherited that attitude!!" I kick some grasses, uproot them, and repeatedly throw them in the air as I scream, "How could he trick me with his mosquito jokes!? Why is everything and anyone delaying my ambition! I hate this progress..." I held my head afterward while refreshing my chest. The lock of my belt clunks out of the blue which is not supposed to be a bad sign, but only bad timing. We've altered the rightful time of the universe and tragically advanced events that aren't supposed to happen now.

Or untouchable. He’s just a man learning slowly, imperfectly, how not to hide behind control. And for once, that feels like progress.