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Veda doesn’t permit anything - it is not a question of halal or haram. The Veda is not a law-book of do’s and don’ts. The greatest gift of the Veda is complete and unfettered freedom of thought and freedom of speech. There is no concept of blasphemy or politically correct party ideology that must be punished if transgressed. The Vedas are the only Holy Books which do not have any thought control! In Hinduism there is no thought crime — you are free to think whatever you want with NO repercussions whatsoever! Karma only results from positive and negative actions - never from your thoughts.The Veda only gives ethical guidelines like: “speak the truth”, “Non-violence is the highest form of ethical practice”, “your mother, father, guru and guests should be treated as gods”, “seek to know yourself”, “the pursuit of wisdom is the highest goal,” “you are a spark of the Divine”, “thou art that” etc. etc.A trinity or quarternity is a theological concept to give some idea of THAT (tat) which is beyond all comprehension or description and with which there can be no dealings! We break things down into parts in order to get some idea of the whole and how they fit together. In two of the dominant religions of the world the worst of all crimes is thinking the wrong thoughts about the unthinkable! And these wrong thoughts condemn the thinker to damnation, torture and unbelievable suffering forever!! Thank the gods for the Holy Vedas!!The Vedas invite us to seek for the Divine Nature which is elusive and teases us by hiding from us, and sometimes appearing in sparkles and fleeting glimpses of numinosity and transcendence. The Universe is the playground of Godhead and we are invited to play and dance with Him/Her/It, (līlā) not to grovel in submission and fear of punishment or hope for some eternal pleasure.God is beyond any restriction of thought and concept - because however we think of the ultimate Reality, It is in truth a trillion times greater than that. So God is about beauty, joy, playfulness, love, compassion and that’s why He/She/It is always pictured in iconography as a youth or lass of 16 years old full of spontaneous humour, joyful exuberance and explorative enthusiasm, never as an old man in the sky with a cranky and unpleasant disposition, critical and demanding and vindictive when rejected.yan manasā na manute yenāhur mano matam | tad eva brahma tvaṁ viddhi nedaṁ yad idam upāsate || Kena Upanishad 6 ||That which cannot be conceived of by the mind, but by which, they say, the mind thinks; that verily is Brahman, not what the people here worship as such.

Early? How early?It’s going to vary a lot whether you mean Homo habilis or Homo sapiens or someone in between.I’m not sure that “evolve” is quite how I’d put it. Some physical things (like the anatomy of complex vocalisation or the development of language areas of the brain) are “evolved”, in that genetic sense, and others are ideas that were “tried”.As the human brain complexified, as it were, we probably got altogether a bit carried away with analysing the content and context of our social interactions.Why are you sitting so close to me? What are you communicating?I know, I’ll move away, just to communicate my discomfort.That sort of thing, without needing to use ‘words’, if only because we hadn’t invented those yet. You can imagine many more similar scenarios, including “why are you looking at me?”, to which you may look back or look away.That’s the essence of communication by “gaze”. Elaborate as needed.Every nuance of body position, orientation and distance said “something”, as did sharing, or failure to share. These are all messages, sent and received, just like today.‘Early’ humans probably tried and used many different approaches to communication.These may have included…Odour, the accidental or deliberate exchange of pheromones and other smells to indicate “something” useful, to attract, repel or “label”Gifts, of usable products like fresh meat, to appease or attractUnwelcome gifts of rotten meat, as threats (see also ‘odour’)Baring the teeth, an ape-like “fear”, submission or concern display, which has possibly evolved into “smiling”Other facial expressions, including “gaze”, which came into focus as larger brow-ridges were lost and eyebrows became “fixed” for that enhanced social purposeOther bodily positions that display or communicate “something”, including submission and aggressionGrooming and touching, to indicate care or concern, to calm, or to show submission or to pleaseHitting and kicking, to attract attention (and throwing and hitting, with a rock or a spear, which may send a more pointed message)Gestures, including point and wavingDrawing, with a stick in the sand or dirtPainting, of hair, face or body, to show kinship or as threat displayPainting, of objects, including hands (blowing paint onto rock walls) and other objects, leading to full ‘cave art’Jewellery, or the collection and display of ‘valuables’, to perhaps indicate statusDancing, “beat” and “music”, to bond as a group, to show cohesion and as an aid to memory (especially when information is embedded in song or poetry)Vocalisations (from grunting and howling all the way to complex speech), to indicate threats or to coordinate activitySilence. Communicating peaceful contentment, or annoyance.And probably many more.

If you think about it in real life terms, not much would change. Games Workshop needs it's grimdark story, the outlines are defined, pick a traitor Primarch and let the galaxy burn.But this is not what you're asking for, is it?You want some juicy storytelling on this alternative timeline of our beloved grimdark universe.Fine, as some would say, 'ere we go!The Angel, the foremost champion and chosen of the Emperor, gifted with charisma, strength, beauty, intelligence and warpcraft, confided in his father as soon as he was proclaimed the Warmaster on the scorched soil of Ullanor, telling the Emperor about the gene flaw in his sons, the thirst and the fury sometimes leading them astray and away from the bright light that is humanity. The Emperor replied his son as he always did; mercifully cryptic and cruelly enlightening:“You shall one day be dubbed 'Emperor', one way or the other, Sanguinius, the burden I've cursed you with will make it's weight known more and more as the time passes. I only have one suggestion for you, for you were always been the Imperium's heir designate and the secrets of statecraft are engraved in your blood but now heed me: You draw the strength of your rule from your empathy, from the love of your subjects as they feel your heart goes with them.“Learn detachment.“The Imperium is a body, just as your brain wouldn't discriminate regulating your organs, so must you, for the efficient and progressive to prosper and small minded and wasteful to rot and die so the body becomes ever stronger. You see your legionnaires as your sons and me your father. I tell you to view them as tools, useful for one special occupation and with an expiry date, if all our plans work as intended. You will have more and better tools of war in the future but the Astartes are not meant to be forever. Spend them wisely but spend them, and urge your collegues to do the same, in a way they will understand.”Sanguinius’ handsome features grew troubled as he listened to the Emperor: “Is this how you view us then Sire? Mere tools in the great scheme?”And the Emperor replied: “Of course, I never made it secret. And so you must value me, not as a patriarch figure but a failsafe device to protect our grand mission. No individual is more worthy than the whole of the human race. Not you, not me. I stand as your Emperor today completely because the only creed I would willingly serve dictates so.”“Which is?”“Necessity.”As the severity of the conversation made itself more and more obvious, the Blood Angel started to feel a ghostly mass forming between his shoulders like a hunchback. It was a rare honour to be included in the Emperor’s thoughts, and hearing himself appointed as his heir was unthinkable!Was.He started to ponder on the idea. Necessity, he said. He didn’t want to be the ruler of Mankind, then? Wouldn’t it be an immeasurable torment to carry the responsibility of trillions of scattered humans, building logistics, education, medicine, production, agriculture, military, security, law and regulation systems for every single planet recaptured, sustaining this ridiculously humongous chain of supply and demand?And dictating a new faith altogether? A creed of reason and science instead of all-powerful absent deities that litter the collective human psyche?Who would even entertain such a fantasy? Who would even try to start a mission of such scale?Sanguinius was walking to his field quarters, now refurbished to accomodate bureaucrats and officials of the larger Imperium than his officers and army personnel. He stopped in his tracks, lost in thought. The answer was obvious if he corrected his question.Who could do it?There was only one who could.The Emperor was a singular creature. One of unrevealed origin, unwavering focus, indomitable will and immeasurable psychic might. His immortal otherworldly frame and arrogant worldly title were the keystone, the pillar and the foundation of all that was the Imperium was erected upon.He didn’t become a king to rule Mankind.He did become a symbol with a function, to carry the Mankind to it’s destined place.He did sacrifice his individual self to become a concept and he was willing to give it away the moment necessity dictated.Realisation came over Sanguinius like cold sea waters on hot skin; alien, fearful but unrelentingly inescapable.Symbols were the power over minds.And he was asked to do the same, to sacrifice the same thing for common good and give it away to some lesser specimen when the time comes, maybe even to a not-engineered individual or a comittee. Only this way could the humanity fend for itself without the need for banners of heroes or gods. Only this way, through countless ordeals and unfathomable learning of the whole could humans be the true masters of the universe.Sanguinus felt a distant anger towards the destiny, the law of evolution and his fortune as he felt the relaxing submission to them.So be it.If the Emperor deigned the Angel to follow his thundering steps, what could the Angel do but accomodate?So be it.Sanguinius entered his compound through his personal gate, to be greeted by Raldoron, the fabled hero of his Legion. He looked at Raldoron: Noble, dutiful, loyal, fierce and a good commander. The definition of a hero. He looked at his gene progeny, he felt his love for him diminishing already, retreating behind the shelves of memories, to be preserved there, though seldomly revisited. Heroes do not achieve the ultimate victory. Heroes hold the others back, protecting them from harsh truths with tooth and nail, all with noble intentions. Still, the held back masses never realize their wasted potential, being content in their safety and comfort zone, while praising the brave warriors for fighting some war somewhere, content with being less than what they could be.Waste was a sin indeed.Was it the Emperor's psychic suggestion or his revelation of absolute truth that affected Sanguinius so, he’d rather be under influence of sorcery, these last forty five minutes by himself brought numbing change of perspective. But now the floodgates were open and he wasn't able to stop thinking this way anymore.“Welcome back, my Lord,” Raldoron greeted his Primarch.By then Sanguinius had regained his composure and his expression of tolerant benevolence with only a hint of sudden possibility of violence. He was certainly all at once; a trusty compass, a eye-wateringly beautiful work of art, a foundation of faith and a serrated blade whose eerie glint was ever present.Symbols.“Send for my brothers Rogal and Perturabo, mark sixty days, location Luna. They will commence a joint project which will require every iota of intelligence and skill they could muster. Send for Dorn another summons, mark sixty minutes, location here. We need to talk.”“At once, Sire,” Raldoron up and left to find the communicae officer.Evolution required strength. The strength of the body could only be harnessed via the harmony of it’s organs.So be it!The insipid rivaliries among the brothers would cease now. In the scope of nature’s continuity, only unity mattered.Sanguinius was the Warmaster now. If he wanted to be the Peacemaster someday, he had to act without wasting another second.All his brothers, no not brothers, subordinates would be united in their fraternity. They would carry humanity to greatness whether they wanted or not.None would find them wanting.