A Lifetime Everlasting

//PERSONAL LOG //ENTRY BY  CLEMENTINE LAFLEUR //DATE  YC123.02.18 It's been a busy week in New Eden. A new CONCORD directive was announced to disrupt the annual celebrations between the Serpentis pirates and Angel Cartel. I and a few of my corp mates have been doing just that. I did make a mistake on day one though, losing my Astero after it got decloaked by one of their frigates. But with the combination of bounties, overseer's effects, and a random assortment of commodities, we have been making a tidy profit. They have also been dropping SKIN licenses which I thought would be a nice idea to donate to Directrix Dahiti's   fundraiser auction event.  It's happening on the 23rd, so I hope I can make it. Before in combat  I would get flustered and overwhelmed, getting so caught up that my vision would tunnel. This time around though I was able to take a  step back  and actually see what is going on around my ship. I even managed to take a few pictures. ...

//PERSONAL LOG //ENTRY BY   CLEMENTINE LAFLEUR //DATE   YC123.02.10 I haven't written any form of poetry since mother and father died. It use to be such an escape to be able to find somewhere in the middle of nowhere and let my mind wonder. The past few years I have just been so preoccupied that I haven't had the chance. Don't get me wrong. all the new and amazing things and people I have seen, heard and met have beyond anything I could of imagined. My friends would be in awe with the tales I could tell now. Although, now that I think about it, I guess that life is no longer my life anymore?  This has been something that I have thought about more and more, and with the  announcement on the IGS of a writing contest in March ,I have decided to put pen to paper. I don't know if I'll ever publish it publicly but just so I have it written down somewhere, I'm going to record it here. I believe 'tis right to ponder our worth, Less a teardrop in the ocean of stars...

//PERSONAL LOG //ENTRY BY CLEMENTINE LAFLEUR //DATE YC123.02.01 Zentron Kalkoken Sometimes I wonder what impact we can make in this cluster. Maybe it's too big of a goal to try and change everything on your own. Sometimes the best thing you can do is make an impact on someone else. The other day I got into a very deep conversation with my friend Zentron  about what it means to be us . Casuleers have transcended the mortal shell that held humans back for so long. We can go out into the vastness of space without a care, trading volleys at each other with the intent to blow one another up. When this becomes the norm, we forget about those that only have one life serving aboard our vessels. We see them not as humans but as expendable playthings, ready to throw them at hazards we no longer care about. In some naive way, I saw capsuleers as the next step of evolution, an elevation of morality, but it seems to be the opposite. We've become numb to the sanctity of life, and I fear that...