Lacrimosa

It has ever been the error of humankind that we have allowed men who see about them competition, threat, and enemies to become leaders. Men who are driven to survive by whatever means, men who are too desperate for security that the rule of law is a hindrance, men who will conquer anything but themselves. These are men who invest in the suppression of opposition, who inwardly quail at the spectre of defeat and outwardly boast of nation or gods or symbols of power. In the mad pursuit of power, never enough power, these men have lied, rationalized, cheated, schemed, impoverished others while enriching themselves, and killed attempting to retain the heady rush of hormonal satisfaction. In the holy mantle of demigods they rule, convinced of their rightness and righteousness while cloaking an eternally vast emptiness and fear of the dark even to their own awareness. Such pitiful and dangerous men!

Were that we could widely acknowledge and recognize maturity of spirit, that we could accept Love as stronger than fear, and more desirable. Were that we could promote those of this magnitude to the position of teachers of humankind, and ask of them to lead us. Oh, that we could value cooperation over competition, commonality over boundary, creation over destruction, service over dominance!

For until then we shall have the petty, fearful slaves of power arresting, suppressing, and killing those of great spirit. It need not be so.