Who They Were

I will tell you who they where.

Who they were was a mask.  A child’s mask of paper and string, draped upon a mannequin purchased from the same store millions of others purchases theirs from.  From a distance, they appeared rugged, and imposing.  A motley crew of travelers from all corners of existence.  But any wise man could see they were children, pretending to be men.  They had seen battle and death, they had seen loss, yes, but not lived it.  They had not known it, drowned in it.  One veteran, pure in heart and true in conviction could have eliminated them all in a fell swoop, despite their tricks, their trappings, and their teamwork.

They were born in a time of peace, but bred for war, and bred by those who did not know what war truly was.  It was only by the grace of God that they never fought a true war all their lives, because the day they did was the day they died.  The real world saw them and tore them to shreds from the inside out, and only then did all see what hollow mannequins they really were.  And as they are looked back upon, any tears shed for them are just as hollow, for the only ones who would cry for their passing would be the ones who knew they deserved to die for their arrogance, their idiocy, to think they could change not one world, but all worlds.

It is said that the ones who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones that do.  What is not said is the number of crazy people who change nothing.  And the number is vast, too vast to count.  They were nobody, just like everyone else.  They changed nothing, saved no one, and did not even save themselves.  They left but one legacy: a red stain upon the ground that lingers long after their bodies have gone to ashes.  A warning to young men and women who will come after them, and dare to think of walking along the same path.  Not to say that the path is dangerous, but to say that the path is futile, leading nowhere, and accomplishing nothing.

If they knew what I know now, they would not be dead.  But I know only what I know now because they died.  It is the one good thing they managed to do, but they were such fools they would not have even believed it if it would have been told them; even to the very end they still felt they were worth more alive than dead.  Because they believed they were trying as hard as they could, they never realized just how hard they could have tried.  I spend every day, now, remembering that arrogance, that foolish arrogance, and praying to God on high that I do not become as blind as they, but moreso do I pray that I am not already blind.  For the wrong path looks right to he who is already on it.

 

Don’t try to be a great man, just be a man. And let history make its own judgments.”

-Zefram Cochrane, Earth, 2073

 

{A simply commentary on something very specific that is a lot more complex than it may appear to be.  The names and places have been omitted to protect the innocent.  Or the guilty.}

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