My eyes as my witness, I have to question where the backbone of earthlings has gone. Have we let it be beaten out of us? Why is it that 85% of people will see something wrong and remain silent about it? When did the silence become institutionalized? Does self perseverance blind us, willingly or not, to ignore the wrong that occurs and remain still? If you could create a story, one that moves the heart, there would be heroism stroked within the lines of that story. As in, a heroic story moves the heart with joy. Why not feed that joy outside of the imaginary world? Do fables satiate the heart with the joy they bring, causing heroism to lay dormant in our daily lives? Man is by default a machine, which can service itself if it only were to try.
