In our modern age, we lay racked by the fears and frailties of an uncertain future, of a world torn by our inhumanity. In spite of our triumphs, we remain locked in the crossroads between vice and virtue, salvation and desolation. Fear has become the currency of power, wielded by men driven with the glories of ambition, yet shackled by their ignorance. It is a malady that thrives on the very denial of its existence, the imagined-supremacy of its victims. In taking root, the final vestiges of reason give way to a being intolerant of truth, so mired in the sorrows of its ailment, the pride of its convictions, as to unleash its rage upon the world. The peculiar tragedy of such a creature, however, lies not in its derision of knowledge, but rather in its thirst to decimate and defile the miracle of thought.
Over the centuries, this depravity of spirit has continued to pursue and destroy the individual. Mass ideologies have permeated every facet of society so that even the greatest of nations have become lands of senseless conformity. It is a cruel irony that the forces united around the concept of the collective have made us more divided, more at odds with who we are. This…is our greatest danger. For the beauty lies in our curiosity, the boundless freedom of man’s mind and spirit. It is perhaps the most precious of human qualities, pushing us to explore, to create, and to wonder.
A system built on the repression of this virtue must destroy it, for it alone can challenge the very merits of its existence. The endless horrors we commit against one another are at the core of this draconian fallacy. It is a scoundrel’s refuge, where malice and greed fall under the guise of self-proclaimed morality. Such ills have made our species prisoners of our own volition, trapped in the ashes of despair by the pride and greed of lesser men. It is the glory of spirit that we must fight for. With it, we triumph over tyranny. Without it, we are forgotten.
