Insightful Rantings

An employer cannot dismiss, demote, refuse rightful promotion to, or in any other way negatively affect the institutional standing of an employee if that employee refuses to disclose the account credentials or information of any online account, including accounts belonging to that employee and accounts belonging to other employees. An employer cannot in any way utilize acquired account credentials or information, including usernames and passwords, except if they receive written consent of each employee whose account has been given. An employer cannot discriminate during the hiring and promotion processes based on whether or not an employee has disclosed account credentials or information, including usernames and passwords. This law would protect employees in several ways. Firstly, if they are not already in a job, but instead attempting to be hired into a workplace, then their social media activity, or the activity of any other online account, cannot be used to eliminate them as a pote...

The trees of the forest swayed wickedly, almost defiantly against the wind. When the wind blew more harshly for a time, they would respond, and soon the air would be thick with the sound of shifting and rustling of leaves. When it abated, they would settle, like old warriors finally put to rest. The sky, matching the ferocity of the wind, burned in anger. It was close to defeat, it seemed, for the horizon just above the trees was a bloody orange smear. The tops of the trees were yet bathed in a weak orange glow, revealing for once the yellows, reds, and purples of their dying leaves, but as black clouds encroached and smothered the sunlight, color retreated and vanished, replaced by browns, blacks, and greys. The rain began to fall. It was hesitant initially, but as the sunlight waned and the wind blew stronger, the rain became thick and heavy, and the ground it struck became mush, and the leaves of the trees shook the water to create a thick spray all in the air of the forest, and the...

Such is the fate of the broken, to act as an instrument of healing, to take the blows that others rightly should, to give out healing, to never receive it. We are broken banners and crumbling walls, lights in the dark and oases in the sand, the only holds of logic in this fallen world, and yet our very tenets are of the same base as any other philosophy. We are not so different from those we fight and those we save.

Subject: On the Quality of Our Product Sent to: The Authentica Soup Team Authentica Staff: In the past we have done extraordinary work in fulfilling the mission statement of Authentica, but unfortunately our tremendous growth in the last quarter of 2020 has brought with it several problems. Even as we have gained a larger customer base, many of our most devoted customers have expressed discontent with a lower quality canned soup than they are accustomed to. I would like to remind every employee that Authentica Soup separates itself from other companies through its reputation as a product of prestige, and that our coming transformation into a household brand name will not change that fact. Our most esteemed soup chefs should still prioritize quality over quantity, and branch managers should also take this into account when reviewing employee performance. These are turbulent times for Authentica. It is facing challenges and benefits never seen before. In the process of aggressively pursu...

 The Mind Sea becomes mist; wading becomes falling. Logic falls away, its stead taken by a raw, formless yet folded power, something more intricate than any could hope to achieve, more base than any could dare to comprehend. With high waters long forgotten, the fog falls upward, the light now so weak, so mixed with darkness as to disallow any rational vision. The Abyss closes in, shrouding any escape and making all odd thoughts the forefront of a breaking wave. In this otherworldly domain, where one falls up and not down, and where the dark-cloaked water is so cold and so thin in texture and adhesion as to inspire thoughts of complete darkness, almost as that of the space between planets, there can be no movement, no progress. There can be no reflection, for where does the water end, and where the light show an image, and where does the thought to see such a thing persist? There can be no time, for where is the sun in such a stricken place? But, look and see--is that light produced...