The nameless many graze like sheep. Heroes and masterminds rise from among them but as wolves in sheep's clothing. Heroes are warriors. Masterminds are ruthless. The timid and aimless fear these predators lurking among them. They grovel before the terrible genius of the mastermind. He gathers them and hurls their throngs at the hero who defies him. The many are slaughtered but there are always many more.
A hero is a man who finds his courage. He dares the impossible. He endures the assailing throngs. He bests the mediocrity that would overwhelm him. Should he perish, his death shall outshine the lives of the many. Victory or defeat, life or death, the hero prevails and the anonymous masses are shamed.
Many, ordinary and useless. Those who make nothing of themselves set the substandard for normalcy. Their lives are meaningless and their deaths insignificant. They are enslaved by evil and slaughtered by good and evil alike. Woe unto the common.
The ordinary are content to be so. They hate those who encourage them to be more. Ultimately, their only desire is to be a bigger cog in the machine.
ReplyDeleteSo true! They think they won't be small if everyone is as small as they are so they try to knock achievers "down to size."
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