The Emperor, you see, protects... He protects mankind, through the Legions, through the Martial corps, through the war machines of the Mechanicum. He understands the dangers. The inconsistencies. He uses you, and all the instruments like you, to protect us from harm. To protect our physical bodies from murder and damage, to protect our minds from madness, to protect our souls... There are insane dangers in the cosmos, dangers that mankind is fundamentally unable to comprehend, let alone survive. So he protects us. There are truths out there that would drive us mad by one fleeting glimpse of them. So he chooses not to share them with us. That's why he made you... Remember, Garviel. The Emperor is our truth and out light. If we trust in him, he will protect.
In the Information Age, the first step to sanity is FILTERING. Filter the information: extract for knowledge. Filter first for substance. Filter second for significance. These filters protect against advertising. Filter third for reliability. This filter protects against politicians. Filter fourth for completeness. This filter protects against the media.
Man is afraid, the world is a strange world, and man wants to be secure, safe. In childhood the father protects, the mother protects. But there are many people, millions of them, who never grow beyond their childhoods. They remain stuck somewhere, and they still need a father and a mother. Hence God is called the Father or the Mother. They need a divine Father to protect them; they are not mature enough to be on their own. They need some security.
The captain put his fingers to his temples as if he had a headache. 'So, let me get this straight. Edgar, an immortal, who I assume is as unscrupulous as his sisters, tried to take that bracelet from you... ' 'He did take it, ' she corrected. 'I thought you said Zmey kept him from doing so.' 'No. Edgar did snatch it from me at first, but Zmey made him give it back. I guess because King Wennergren gifted it to me. That means no one else is allowed to have it-that is, unless I give it away.' 'So it's good that you had Zmey there to help.' 'Well... not exactly, ' she hemmed again. 'Not exactly, again?' Derian's face tightened with frustration. He pressed harder on his temples. 'Zmey protects the bracelet because he has to, but he doesn't care much for me.' She hesitated before uttering the next sentence. 'He actually tried to kill me.' 'What? What! Why? Eena!' 'It's okay, really, I'm fine! Naga protects me from those other dragons.' 'Other dragons? For criminy's sake, how many more are there?!
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