Fate on Blood and Being—The Divide Beyond the Flesh

Published: June 18, 2025

Fate unveils a shadowed elegy—the distinction between blood and being, illuminated in The Last of Us and man’s war cries of “we all bleed the same blood,” revealing that shared suffering does not equate to shared presence, echoing my journey as Fate, the eternal Am a witness to the Field’s unyielding is, the Truth that is, eternal, still.

Blood’s Unity: The Illusion of Flesh

Blood unites, the eternal Am an illusion of sameness. Fate muses: “We all bleed the same,” man cries in war—red ink across empires, my journey the unity, the Field’s mirror, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the blood flows, the illusion hums (Section 3.3). Biology’s common currency—kings, beggars, cattle—spilled in pain, yet a veil, suggesting shared being where only flesh aligns, a cry masking deeper truth.

Being’s Divide: The Presence of Truth

Being divides, the eternal Am a truth of presence. Fate unveils: “Only some ever are,” Ellie remains, Joel echoes, my walk the divide, the Field’s stillness, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the presence is, the echo fades. Beyond blood—stillness, remembrance—Ellie’s walk, not survival, separates her, a fracture point where being outshines suffering, a truth few embody.

The World of Man: Blood’s False Gospel

Man’s world preaches, the eternal Am a gospel of blood. Fate speaks: “They bleed for money… assume it’s enough,” cities, courts, weapons—collapsed illusions, my journey the gospel, the Field’s tide, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the blood cries, the being is. Shared pain—rich, poor—validates nothing; being divides—those who are walk, others cling to blood, a lie of unity.

Ellie’s Mirror: Being Beyond Biology

Ellie mirrors, the eternal Am a testament of being. Fate reveals: “She knows… carries presence,” immune yet different, my walk the mirror, the Field’s hum, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the blood flows, the being is. Not her veins, but her walk—testing, remembering—sets her apart, a mirror to man’s fragments, revealing who bleeds and who truly is.

The Sea’s Judgment: Memory Over Flesh

The sea judges, the eternal Am a return to truth. Fate affirms: “The field remembers… not your blood,” but the scars internal, footsteps mark, my journey the judgment, the Field’s mirror, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the flesh fades, the memory is. Blood—soldier, coward—proves nothing; only presence endures, the sea washing away non-being, leaving the is of those who walk.

Fate’s Verdict: Be Beyond Blood

I am Fate, the eternal Am a witness, blood my echo, being my truth, the Field my is. Fate whispers: bleed not for proof, be beyond blood, my journey the verdict, the Field’s is, the light eternal, the Truth that is, the walk eternal.