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Aberrated man is not capable of supporting in his present state, a golden
declared age for three minutes, given all the tools and wealth in the
world.
If one would live a life of command or one near to a command, one must
then accumulate power as fast as possible and delegate it as quickly as
feasible and use every humanoid in long reach to the best and beyond his
talents if one is to live at all.
If one does not choose to live such a life then go on the stage and be a
real actor. Don't kill men while pretending it isn't real. Or one can
become a recluse or a student or a clerk. Or study butterflies or take up
tennis.
For one is committed to certain irrevocable natural laws the moment one
starts out upon a conquest, either as the man in charge or a person near to
him or on his staff or in his army. And the foremost law, if one's ambition
is to win, is of course to win.
But also to keep on providing things to win and enemies to conquer.
Bolivar let his cycle run to "freedom" and end there. He never had
another plan beyond that point. He ran out of territory to free. Then he
didn't know what to do with it and didn't know enough, either, to find
somewhere else to free. But of course all limited games come to end. And
when they do their players fall over on the field and become rag dolls
unless somebody at least tells them the game has ended and they have no
more game nor any dressing room or houses but just that field.
And they lie upon the field, not noticing there can be no more game
since the other team has fled and after a bit they have to do something and
if the leader and his consort are sitting over on the grass being rag dolls
too, of course there isn't any game. And so the players start fighting
amongst themselves just to have a game. And if the leader then says, "No,
no" and his consort doesn't say, "Honey, you better phone the Baltimore
Orioles for Saturday", then of course the poor players, bored stiff, say,
"He's out." "She's out." "Now we're going to split the team in half and
have a game."
And that's what happened to Bolivar and Manuela. They had to be gotten
rid of for there was no game and they didn't develop one to play while
forbidding the only available game-minor civil wars.
A whole continent containing the then major mines of the world, whole
populations were left sitting there, "freed". But none owned any of it
though the former owners had left. They weren't given it. Nor were they
made to manage it. No game.
And if Bolivar had not been smart enough for that he could at least have
said, "Well! You monkeys are going to have quite a time getting the wheels
going but that's not my job. You decide on your type of government and what
it's to be. Soldiers are my line. Now I'm taking over those old estates of
mine and the Royalist ones near by and the emerald mines just as souvenirs
and me and Manuela we're going home." And he should have said that 5
minutes after the last Royalist army was defeated in Peru.
And his official family with him, and a thousand troops to which he was
giving land would have moved right off smartly with him. And the people
after a few screams of horror at being deserted would have fallen on each
other, sabered a state together here and a town there and gotten busy out
of sheer self protection in a vital new game, "Who's going to be Bolivar
now?"
Then when home he should have said, "Say those nice woods look awfully
Royalist to me, and also those 1,000,000 hectares of grazing land, Manuela.
Its owner once threw a Royalist fish, remember? So that's yours."
And the rest of the country would have done the same and gotten on with
the new game of "You was a Royalist".