The Ancient Uncaring Ones
We have spoken of the difference between the ancient uncaring ones and the tlhInganmey. We have spoken of the great battle and how it has saved the tlhInganpu’ from eternal darkness, but know you now, that as sure as I know myself I also know the true nature of the ancient uncaring ones. I have seen in the texts the proof of that nature and only by what I have read am I not afraid of them.

I must at this point make clear that those of QI'tu' do not exist to be enslaved, they do not exist to be disrespected. They are what they are and we are what we are. They are enemies vanquished in battle most honorable, but we are the honorable victors of that battle. We have seized control of our own destiny but in doing so have sealed the passage to QI'tu'. The first one commanded that none shall ever cross back along his footsteps or treads the path to the twin secrets without the full knowledge of what may follow. The ancient uncaring ones have been barred from interfering with our affairs as we have been of theirs.

The affairs of the ancient uncaring ones are of no concern or consequence to the tlhInganpu’. We must concentrate all of our efforts on our own manifest destiny. Such is the new road upon which we now tread. To go back upon an old road would violate our oldest credo “That which does not grow, withers and dies”. The tlhInganpu’ will not wither and die. Lest you also think that control is an easy thing against an opponent remember that victory is quite easy against a foe which can be seen and touched, but not so easy a task against one such as dwells in QI'tu'. Take you strength and double it toward the growth of our people, only then can we begin to move forward as has been predicted. BACK

The Sacred Quest
All tlhInganmey are bound by nature, even if they do not know it. The exact nature of the universe was revealed to tlhInganmey many centuries ago in the words "Nal Komerex khesterex" these same words are learned by every tlhIngan child as soon as they learn language. It is this eternal nature that makes us what we are.

Since all tlhInganmey must go forward to grow or die then all tlhInganmey must constantly search out that which makes us grow. It was this natural drive that led to the rise of the qaptaQ and thus to the rise of the tlhIngan race as we know it. tlhInganmey have always cherished knowledge and education and that keeps us striving to learn more and more.

The first sign of a theological coming of age is the realization that the old beliefs are not the truth we tlhInganmey seek each day, that there is in fact still room to grow. Being that all tlhInganmey, both as individuals and as a race, are constantly growing and changing, all tlhInganmey can be said to be constantly seeking more than they have. Since all tlhInganmey seek then all tlhInganmey are seekers.

Once a tlhIngan realizes the nature of the search, that the great game is one long quest, the next logical step is to declare that quest. Each of us must not only live an honorable life but must embrace that life and all it stands for. While the end of this life is surely death, the purpose of this life is just as surely much more than mere death. After a tlhIngan has realized he is a seeker and has embraced the noble quest then he is ready to progress to the theological adulthood that is the qaptaQ.  BACK

What is a Leaf Eater?
flansopra, an insult below all others a tlhIngan can be called. The ultimate words of challenge issued to one's enemy. But what exactly is a flansopra? A Vulcan? Are all flansopra Vulcan or are all Vulcans flansopra? Vulcans, as distasteful as it seems, are beings capable of using language, they are not a servitor race as a whole, although a large number choose to be willing slaves. The Vulcan race has forsaken its proud warrior heritage and become flansopra but what makes them flansopra?

The common meaning of the word flansopra is leaf eater, meaning to most a vegetarian or herbivore. However this becomes less of an insult when it is revealed that we as tlhInganmey are not the carnivores that terranganpu' assume us to be, but that we tlhInganmey are omnivores, we are primarily meat eaters but do consume some types of vegetables and grains on a regular basis. Yet still we are not flansopra.

It has been proven that Vulcans can eat meat but choose not to. Just as tlhInganmey can survive with out much meat but choose not to (what kind of life would that be, I do not wish to find out) and that is what sets us apart. tlhInganmey from the earliest times have been hunters, Long have we killed beasts incapable of language for food. Vulcans once hunted as we do but chose to stop; they made a conscious decision to subsist on a diet of vegetables.

The term leaf eater is very broad in scope; it could be extended to those that eat leaves in addition to meat. In this form it is only partially the insult it is intended to be. One thing is certain however, tlhInganmey hunt! Those we call flansopra fail to hunt. To call a tlhIngan flansopra is to say that he fails to hunt, he can not provide for his line, as a warrior should. If one does not hunt they probably do not fight, and as such they fail to protect and defend their line. This would be quite a devastating insult for a tlhIngan, and if untrue would be taken as a challenge. If the statement were true, it would quickly prove to be self-substantiated.

To us as tlhInganmey there is an art to insults and epithets. It is very important that an insult be understood clearly by not only the intended recipient but by anyone in earshot. tlhIngan insults are formed carefully and must be used wisely or they could backfire easily. With this in mind we can better define flansopra not as leaf eater but as one who fails to provide and protect his line by at worst some kind of choice or at best inaction.  BACK

The Parable of The Armor
In the days of the Fourth Great Line War, there were many warriors assigned to watch for enemy progression. One such warrior was D'tachka sutai Valdes. D'tachka had been in the service of the empire for many years and many thought he would soon rise very high in tlhIngan Society. D'tachka did not think he was bound for such glory, he felt that his assignment to a remote outpost was a sign that he was no longer wanted within the Empire

As he had done every day for the past six years D'tachka awoke and prepared to start his shift. He looked into his locker and saw his armor hanging as it always did. There was certainly nothing that inspired fear in ones enemies quite as much a the battle armor of a tlhIngan Warrior. The armor was heavy and big and imposing but still allowed more freedom of movement than most armor did. This particular suit of armor had been given to D'tachka at his last promotion, and as such lacked the scars of seasoned armor. To many, the armor was a symbol of being tlhIngan.

For some reason the more D'tachka sat there the more he thought about his armor. Here he was assigned to an unimportant outpost that had not seen a battle since it was built and here was his armor well built but uncomfortable outside of battle. Why even wear it today? D'tachka knew he was tlhIngan, and so should his enemies. To himself he thought that all should know him as a tlhIngan regardless of what he wore. Besides going to work today was not like a formal visit to the homeworld.

To start his shift he walked out to the room where his console sat and announced himself to the warrior who had worked all night. As the second warrior turned to see D'tachka he inquired as to his comrades uniform. D'tachka explained to his fellow warrior why he was not in uniform and added that when one had served the Empire as long as he had that one was as well known as he ever would be. Any who did not immediately recognize him as a tlhIngan warrior had no business inquiring any further.

The other warrior who was only in his second year of service was shocked at his comrade's behavior. He screamed  at D'tachka that he had lost faith in the way of the warrior. He said that the uniform was more than a symbol of the empire, it provided much needed protection in the heat of battle. D'tachka replied that there had never been a battle at this outpost and there probably never would be. The young warrior left the control room, confused and angry. D'tachka sat down to work his shift.

D'tachka began his routine. He checked all his sensors, all his sub-space radios, all his alarms. Everything seemed in order. Now came the boring task of spending the next twelve hours monitoring all these systems. D'tachka thought that maybe it was time to retire to the reserve fleet and go home to his family, If this was where the Empire chose to put him than he could not argue, but he did not have to like it.

These outposts were not completely automated, that was designed to keep the warriors awake and alert. D'tachka had settled into his routine many years ago. It was that routine that led him to not notice the first of the proximity alarms. When the second alarm went off he began to check for malfunctions. When the third alarm went off the intruders were already transporting into the outpost. The battle was swift, being as unbalanced as it was but D'Tachka did manage to activate the internal alarm system.

The young warrior awoke to the sound of alarms and the sounds of battle. Putting on his armor he entered the control room just in time to be hit in the chest by the enemy. D'tachka lay on the floor, a hole where his heart used to be and his head severed. The young warrior realized as he fell that this battle was not one he could win. As he pulled the lever that would activate the outpost self destruct system he looked next to him at the body of his fallen comrade, as he waited he noticed the mortal wound and realized that a good set of battle armor would have prevented such an injury. If D'tachka had been wearing his armor maybe they both would be fighting now. He wondered if the black fleet would accept D'tachka along with him. Soon his enemies would be dead along with him.

When the patrol ships arrived to find the ruins they would have to use science to determine which body was D'tachka's as without the armor and the head the body was just as his enemies were, empty husks. Worse than empty husks they were faceless empty husks.  BACK

The Wild Targh
In the wooded regions of qomargh, there came to be a lengthy battle during one of the early border wars. The two opposing forces fought against each other for many days, each one gaining then loosing much territory. One warlord who realized that the forces were too evenly matched, knew that victory would be a matter of tactics and not of numbers or brute force.

The Warlord called forth the leaders of each battle group and spoke to them in front of the central fire pit. He spoke to them of the need to end this battle and move on to win the war. He spoke of the danger of stagnancy that came with such a prolonged battle. At one point he even suggested that perhaps they were not prepared to claim victory. The battle group leaders though this was a terrible insult and told the Warlord this. The Warlord then told them of the need for better tactics.

Imagine how long this battle could go on if no one acts to change the balance, he asked his leaders. Do we wish to continue fighting until the war has passed us by? Do we wish to remain locked in a stagnant battle until we die alongside our enemies of old age?  We need to act to change the course of this fight. We need to be devoted to our cause, like the wild targh.

One leader asked what wild targhmey had to do with being a warrior. What does it matter how a beast that knows not language acts? The warlord replied that the wild targh acts for only a single reason, because he must. They know not of anything other than survival. They fight to hunt, hunt to eat, eat to live. In a sense their animal ignorance masks a certain purity. It is that purity of purpose which we must grasp as our own. We must fight as the wild targh, paying no attention to injury, or death around us, moving forward even when it seems impossible to reach a final victory.

A second leader asked how this was possible, to ignore the conditions of the battle around oneself? Did this not violate the precept of “Only a fool fights in a burning house”? The Warlord replied that it might if we consider the wild targh a fool, but how could we do so? A fool is one who has the capability of intilect but does not use it. A targh does not posses that capability, so therefore he cannot be a fool. A targh acts because it is the natural thing to do.

The Warlord asked all the battle leaders to imagine three figures, a warrior, a fool and a wild targh. The warrior prizes his intellect, knowing that his mid is his greatest weapon. He will fight as long as the proverbial house does not burn, but knows that there may be a time to retreat. The fool will fight even as the house burns around him. He will stand as the burning house collapses on top of him, killing him. But the wild targh, it has never head of the warrior or the fool, it has never read of burning houses or the warrior way. It will enter the house to fight, and as the house begins to burn he will procede, because it is of one natural purpose. It will push through the house and come out the other side even as the warrior has retreated back to the front of the house, and the fool has died inside the house, the wild targh will claim the back of the house as its own.

Another battle leader asked how a warrior of intellect could use a method used by a mindless beast. The warlord replied that because of intellect the warrior could conceive of the targh, but the targh could not conceive of the warrior. This is what separates the Klingon race from the beasts. The fact that we can formulate and implement any strategy or tactic at all is what keeps us from being a mindless beast. Yet we still are able to study how the targh lives and survives, and use that knowledge to our advantage. When we press forward as the wild targh does, not stopping until we have moved through the battlefield to claim the territory on the other side, we will have won because of unquestionable purpose. BACK