Humanity is falling behind. The momentum we gained with the likes of Michelangelo, Rapheal, Vinci, etc is all but dissipated. We are but shadows in a world struggling for breath.
Hope may be gone.
But low, a light yonder emerges. Shining fourth its elevating rays. Caressing hearts, minds, and souls. But who holds this light aloft.
It’s just us.
We alone, but like moths to a flame, you are coming. You reading this, you mothy little person. You can join us in our reformation, to build, to hope, to dare to dream, to sing the unsung song. We do not belong to the future, it belongs to us, like clay in our hands.
We are not the chosen, no one is. We have but chosen ourselves. And remember we are but Men.
Join us as we charge in to the unknown, and let our battle cry be heard.
FOR THE FUTURE! FOR THE BETTER! FOR HEAVEN AND EARTH! AND ABOVE ALL FOR GLORY!
For who else will?
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