I'm thinking about seeing 300 this Friday, not for the 300 cut and paste pecs, but because maybe it would be nice to know what it could feel like to put it all in a fight against the impossible.

I know and understand that men have fought for what seems like forever to own what cannot be owned and I acknowledge that today, there is no fight that can be defined by a simple line. So, war is not what I consider to be entertainment. But how do you transform something that is changing the face of the earth into the hottest topic at every table and the chief issue fueling the heart of countries toward resolution? Do we settle for what is cheap, quick and easy? Heroes have been replaced by televisions that are full of empty dialogs to produce an army of commercial soldiers.

What kind of legends can our culture breed this time? Today, can any man say that he would want to save something other than what makes him rich?

I can only see a virtual mass of dislocated people in the distance, pointing arrows from a different kind of armory... because even though they seem still and quiet, as the innocent fall, they are burning inside with a rage born of slavery which was built upon a single lie.


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