Art for War

Da Via

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During the ancient Chinese Zhou Dynasty, tremendous progress was made in methods of mass social control. The Silk-Cotton Road was a two-way street and the 'furnace of imperial liquid gold'. Yet barbarian bandits and kings constantly disrupted the smooth flow of revenue, and so a tax was set atop the unknowing heads of the barbarians by ancient books sent out to the west by imperial decree, with the objective of pacifying barbarians by cutting off the branches to higher levels of understanding, and thereby psychological warfare was invented and this they called the disease.These books influenced the writing of the founding books of western civilisation in a manner that few ever know or understand to this day. For during the Qin Dynasty, the original ancient meanings of calligraphy were changed and thereby hidden, and it became punishable by death ever to discuss them again.For what was hidden are the keys to a higher level of understanding for all humanity - and this is the great oriental ancient mystery that was then to be used in an ancient warfare by media that continues to this day.

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• Historical fiction

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 31 mars 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528959858
• Langue: English

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Art for War
Da Via
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-03-31
Art for War About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Introduction Chapter One The Use of Eyes and Contemplation §1.1 §1.2 §1.3 §1.4 Chapter Two Sunshine §2.1 §2.2 §2.3 §2.4 Chapter Three The Nines of the Earth §3.1 §3.2 §3.3 §3.4 §3.5 §3.6 §3.7 §3.8 Chapter Four §4.1 §4.2 §4.3 §4.4 §4.5 Chapter Five §5.1 §5.2 §5.3 §5.4 §5.5 Chapter Six §6.1 §6.2 §6.3 Chapter Seven §7.1 §7.2 §7.3 §7.4 §7.5 §7.6 Chapter Eight §8.1 §8.2 §8.3 §8.4 §8.5 §8.6 §8.7 Chapter Nine §9.1 §9.2 §9.3 §9.4 §9.5 Chapter Ten §10.1 §10.2 §10.3 §10.4 Chapter Eleven §11.1 §11.2 §11.3 §11.4 §11.5 §11.6 Chapter Twelve §12.1 §12.2 §12.3 §12.4 §12.5 Chapter Thirteen §13.1 §13.2 §13.3 §13.4 §13.5 §13.6 §13.7 Epilogue The Plot, The Disease and The Cure §14
About the Author
Da Via is a former successful businessman, who after an unconventional Harvard education, developed his interest in China. He is also the author of Moneydie .
Dedication
To John, Marion, Al and Khalil
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Acknowledgment
In writing Art for War, there were a number of people who helped me with good advice. The Chinese visual artist, Ruoxuan Zhao, and the Chinese poet, Cigeng. David Ramsden. Harvard University for a superb unorthodox education in classics and China in general. And, most of all, my family and friends for all of their love and support.
Introduction
Before he died, Umberto Eco said that the universe’s first and greatest conspiracy is the books of the establishment of the western literary tradition.
What follows is an ancient secret text first written long, long ago and updated periodically until the time of the Tang Dynasty. The Tang was a period of great intellectual and cultural flourishing in the orient, whilst the west remained shackled to the Dark Ages.
The ancient Chinese considered the human body to consist of two hundred and fourteen bones, and to each bone, a radical character was prescribed. For the purposes of our narrative, the pelvic and lumbar bones are of the greatest significance.
We brought the Dark Ages
Upon the husbands
Those Barbarian Heroes
The Summer Dogs of War
In song and tuned,
For we are the dolphins
The kings who stole time
By Art for War,
And Also.
Chapter One

The Use of Eyes and Contemplation

§1.1
A piece of meat in the sun: former days, bygone.
From ancient times, a cover was set a top the Hostages of the Sun.
That the Lu would not worry over the sun and moon of verses nor vocabulary nor syntaxes in the poetry of the past. And so the Lu did not think of former days, nor the forms that shaped their minds from before “bi” was gone; nor why we did this to her of old.
The Lu, as if thick woods grew, strung along by unclear words, of thorny brushes, giving nothing but distress.
And so, heroes originated, spun, unquestioned by the dazed, as if validated representatives of the dead. The Lu took what they were offered and made a sacrifice of the meat, in return causing their own extinction to sound and smell and patterns.
Anciently, the oriental kings served their fathers by intelligence.
Defining love of wisdom in ordered thoughts and words.
Floating these powerful creations upwards.
As if gliding birds, soaring the heads of men.
For whom those notions of words served as heaven. Yet those words paired and corresponded to radical characters, each to an ancestral bone, used to express thoughts and by pairing, ideas. And then we used those characters as words for the many simplified, and thereby invented the art of disguising our thoughts and lies our strength and our weapon. In the struggle in a process of persuading the many that such things of great value have none, by confusion in the muddle of a babble.
Sewing eyes by silken threads from the rosy dawn of civilisation and making murky what should be clarity.
Inventing the school of the school.
Teaching the surgery of catching wide eyes programmed by the details of the case and the truth they wished allured by that famous serpent.
For there are people, who mind minds for the sake of currency concealed in honours and dependency.
Set and sealed by inherent nature.
Tailoring adjustments to controversy by clothing a science of long threaded division in winds twisted together as a weaving tool to tangle the disorderly in their silken network.
For the small table was obscured.
And so subtly the minds of the insolent Lu were invaded.
By a war considered fare for gold as payment for the passages, the journey, and the road.
Providing food and thereby a warfare for the few.
Inflaming the sickness that maintains a conceited calming, by purpose, in mystery.
For few know of this school.
Do not oppose the few.
Nor look at what is contrary to propriety.
Nor write of that, nor listen.
Yet as a scholar, accept now this support from a man of writing about what is not in accordance with such deceitful notions of propriety.
For herein is a gift.
For which I expect nothing in return. Other than for your use of making clear what is right.
And what is wrong in this world.
Learn the nature of this small table.
And read from those ancient heavenly forms that rose.
For the ancestors used Art for War.
And, by graduation, degree and initiation is the Art of the Establishment.
And so, the Way of the evil of the moment.
Forms are the spirits of music of the ancient songs that grandly roll thunder, and easy to follow, trust and sport confidence in.
You can depend on them; you can turn words around and thereby turn the body of the text.
Yet now they are corrupted, misty and clothed as a machine for dilution of juice by the small table of the few at the top.
For such is their purpose and then there are they who know not of this school.
And such is the nature of sound paper, the language of words, words of the moment, and the hearts of those people with the special look who own the hearts and minds of the Lu children.
Whom the Lu children love as if parents and who carry on the poetry and festival of Lu as if a rock show provided for the world they are killing.
Lost, the Lu people are lost, scattered and contrary to the in verses the Lu celebrate as hits.
For They are in addition and Also and the component of the fork in the way of agitation.
For They are the worn out public, and thereby the victims of the complex questions of express contrast.
And of the promise to thrive and prosper.
Unaware of the medicine.
And the radical bones of contention.
For that is the Thing.
And so you will read of the people, governance and the pie.
The components of the Babel school, the wood, the fat of the meat and thus the Imperial instructions for the original texts and poetry to be changed by a secret concordance whereby the conceit was invented and words became power.
As if sincerely, cordially and warm, yet to grease Li by the hand of the executive and the ceremony of deleted words, where there is a shortage loved.
For this was carried out by the music master Zhi and thereby the creation of Fortunately [that is by this cunning design our good fortune], by manmade formation as if even, and is the pill to cure the disease by the fist of pages, and the secret knowledge of the Word Cloud, without which understanding was impossible.
Thereby inflicting a disease of the mind and reason and therefore, a confusion in matters of the heart and soul, and such is the nature of the disease and the hidden hands at play in the slaughter of yesterday’s generation.
All of which took place without the notion of a loss of neither justice nor recognition for the suffering it would cause.
Thereby nurturing was only possible with a guide that, a Sage in place was only possible for those who could afford. Therefore, the many people suffered from a good teacher. For an evil of man is that they like to be teachers of others and thereby hold the keys, giving the notions of the worthiest amongst them places of dignity and offices of trust.
Thereby summers are great by this common sacrifice to the god of war and therefore, leisure for the nobility.
And so, this is the story of the bone of contention, the Ilium and the hostages of the sun or Homers. The people we had the measure of and whose horses we harnessed to drive against the Lu. In for them an Iliad of chaos after we cut the sound by the division brigade, by head crosses, and the woman knot by a curse of evil words clever that we might gain a country from the sound of a horse.
Thereby Qi was the doctor’s name, driving the lines to be cut in what we know as the ancient odd cut. Whereby the woman returned to our shelf from where to inflict flails and hold cabinet.
For such was the barbarian price for the false flag that we sold them. Granting our room for leisure by the Lu sacrifice to our god of war, for which we let them borrow, bested by the power of creation and cunning of the people of the East.
Thereby we could lean on those donkeys for whom brightness was cut, and they became scared to look for the loopholes and the threads. Fooled by the sound of the t