Ideal

The Ideal is what Reven's forces - and Reven himself - preach and act by. It is essentially the belief that the wasteful parts of the multiverse should be cut off for the good of the whole of it, without morals or sentimentality blocking the way to utopia.

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I am not important, but my Ideal is.

The Ideal resides within each of us. There is no one person that personifies it, no one person that should be the one to 'lead' or 'preach' it. The fact that men such as I are given to exist - the fact that a personification, as it were, is even needed - is a testament to the frailty of our resolve as sentient beings. The Ideal should be natural, the Ideal should be instinct; it should be what is required of each and every one of us. It should be at the founding of what you and I consider 'civilization' - all civilizations. It should not be an ideal - it should simply be the truth. It should be everything.

Yet it is not.

Many people see the Ideal to be 'the needs of the many are greater than the needs of the few'. That's an overly simplified description of It, but the base tenet is apparent. The problem is that for the greater majority of the multiverse, what defines 'the many'? A continent? A planet? Perhaps for the more short sighted or simply uninformed, it would be acceptable to limit our vision to these small scales. Many do, all over the multiverse. However...we do not simply live in a continent. Nor a planet, nor a solar system, nor a galaxy, nor even a single dimension, but we exist within the multiverse itself. To think any smaller would be to err. To dismiss the big picture would be foolish. An example: the Marshalship would have you think that dimensional travel is tightly controlled.

Yet it is not.

Let us disregard the fact that this fully operational vessel you and I reside within today exists. The Void itself travels from dimension to dimension, powered by Dimensional Space Magic. I, obviously, have the Ideal always in mind when I control our vast fleets, but what if I did not have the Gift? Someone had it before me, after all. This power could easily be used elsewhere, for far more blatant, nefarious purposes...or the far more subtle simplicity of traveling and jumping through reality as they wish. Let us even charitably disregard the fact that the Marshalship simply cannot state that they have stable control over anything when so many forces, without even considering our own, wear their own resources thin to the point of breaking. But let us consider if the major source of dissemination in dimensional travel was simply so negligible and so easy to control, then the Marshalship would, in fact, be proven halfway capable, and would be able to live up to its own claims.

Yet it is not.

Dimensional displacements happen every day, every hour, like clockwork, even as we speak. When a displacement happens, one variable - the displaced - is thrown into a constant - the receiving dimension. How often does the displaced being take advantage of the natives of this new dimension by using his or her own powers and strengths against them? How often does this displacement phenomena forever change the entire course of a dimension, simply because the selfish desires of a randomly chosen being? This is only the precursor to the greater problem. If all dimensions are not exposed, fitted, immersed to the Ideal, all dimensions become, then, at risk. The Ideal places the good of all - in every meaning of the word - before the good of many. Who here would sacrifice their home for the betterment of the multiverse? Who here would throw away everything they ever knew to safeguard everything anyone would ever know? Who here would protect not only your children, but all children from the poisoning influences, the corrupt regimes, the monotony of the rigid status quo, the crosses you have had to bear? The Ideal wants us all to be able to say yes. The Ideal means that we all are ready to sacrifice, ready to chafe the wheat, to pull the dead leaves from society. No one deserves to ever be exposed to a wasteful, languishing civilization - no civilization should ever be wasteful and languish. United, we can be everything! A multiverse, working entirely in unison, towards happiness and, ultimately...a multiverse every single one of us can be proud of. Every single bit of it.

The Marshalship would tell you that it is folly to reach for something so idealistic. That it is, by the evidence of those lesser-willed before us, impossible.

Yet it is not.

- Reven, recorded speech from the Void