Heroes.
1
Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not doubting, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here.
This quest... This need to solve life's mysteries... In the end, what does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They're here. Among us. In the shadows. In the light. Everywhere. Do they even know yet?
2
For all his bluster, it is the sad province of Man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes. Hoping that he'll have the courage to answer.
We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice in when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction. Is it evolution that takes us by the hand? Does science point our way? Or is it God who intervenes, keeping us safe?
3
This force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it knows only the hard facts of life's struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you have served its needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew.
When evolution selects its agents, it does so at a cost. It makes demands in exchange for singularity. And you may be asked to do something against your very nature. Suddenly, the change in your life that should have been wonderful, comes as a betrayal. It may seem cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation. Survival.
4
Look at what's happening to our planet. Overpopulation, global warming, drought, famine, terrorism. Deep down, we all sense something's not right.
Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers. How is this happening? What are they? Why them and not others? Why now? What does it all mean?
5
When a change comes, some species feel the urge to migrate. They call it zugunruhe. A pull of the soul to a far-off place. Following a scent in the wind, a star in the sky. The ancient message comes, calling the kindred to take flight and gather together. Only then can they hope to survive the cruel season to come.
6
Evolution is an imperfect and often violent process. A battle between what exists and what is yet to be born. In the midst of these birth pains, morality loses its meaning. The question of good and evil reduced to one simple choice: survive or perish.
7
You do not choose your destiny. It chooses you. And those that knew you before Fate took you by the hand cannot understand the depth of the changes inside. They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure. That you are the instrument of a flawless design. And all of life may hang in the balance. The hero learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in the way.
8
The earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. From fate. From God. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of the earth. Where all is safe again, quiet and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe for a moment... you believe you have escaped.
You can run far, you can take your small precautions, but have you really gotten away? Can you ever escape? Or is the truth that you do not have the strength or cunning to hide from destiny? But the world is not small, you are... and fate can find you anywhere.
9
We are all, at our cores, the sum of our fears. To embrace destiny, we must, inevitably, face those fears and conquer them. Whether they come from the familiar...or the unknown.
10
To everything, there is a season and a time to every purpose.
The earth spins at 1,000 miles an hour as we desperately try to keep from being thrown off.
Like the first blush of winter, that signals a great migration.
Was there any warning of our arrival? A sign, a single event that set this chain into motion? Was it a whisper in God’s ear?
Survive. Adapt. Escape.
And if we could mark that single moment in time, that first hint of the prophecy of approaching danger, would we have done anything differently? Could it have been stopped? Or was the die long ago cast?
And if we could go back, alter its course, stop it from happening… Would we?
12
In the beginning, there was discovery. A confusion of elements, the first snowfall of impossible change. Old lives undone, left behind. Strange faces made familiar. New nightmares to challenge sleep. New friends to feel safe with. Only then comes control. The need to impose order onto chaos, through determination, through study, through struggle...all in defiance of a thundering truth. They're here. And all the earth shudders underfoot.
Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not doubting, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here.
This quest... This need to solve life's mysteries... In the end, what does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They're here. Among us. In the shadows. In the light. Everywhere. Do they even know yet?
2
For all his bluster, it is the sad province of Man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes. Hoping that he'll have the courage to answer.
We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice in when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction. Is it evolution that takes us by the hand? Does science point our way? Or is it God who intervenes, keeping us safe?
3
This force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it knows only the hard facts of life's struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you have served its needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew.
When evolution selects its agents, it does so at a cost. It makes demands in exchange for singularity. And you may be asked to do something against your very nature. Suddenly, the change in your life that should have been wonderful, comes as a betrayal. It may seem cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation. Survival.
4
Look at what's happening to our planet. Overpopulation, global warming, drought, famine, terrorism. Deep down, we all sense something's not right.
Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers. How is this happening? What are they? Why them and not others? Why now? What does it all mean?
5
When a change comes, some species feel the urge to migrate. They call it zugunruhe. A pull of the soul to a far-off place. Following a scent in the wind, a star in the sky. The ancient message comes, calling the kindred to take flight and gather together. Only then can they hope to survive the cruel season to come.
6
Evolution is an imperfect and often violent process. A battle between what exists and what is yet to be born. In the midst of these birth pains, morality loses its meaning. The question of good and evil reduced to one simple choice: survive or perish.
7
You do not choose your destiny. It chooses you. And those that knew you before Fate took you by the hand cannot understand the depth of the changes inside. They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure. That you are the instrument of a flawless design. And all of life may hang in the balance. The hero learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in the way.
8
The earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. From fate. From God. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of the earth. Where all is safe again, quiet and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe for a moment... you believe you have escaped.
You can run far, you can take your small precautions, but have you really gotten away? Can you ever escape? Or is the truth that you do not have the strength or cunning to hide from destiny? But the world is not small, you are... and fate can find you anywhere.
9
We are all, at our cores, the sum of our fears. To embrace destiny, we must, inevitably, face those fears and conquer them. Whether they come from the familiar...or the unknown.
10
To everything, there is a season and a time to every purpose.
The earth spins at 1,000 miles an hour as we desperately try to keep from being thrown off.
Like the first blush of winter, that signals a great migration.
Was there any warning of our arrival? A sign, a single event that set this chain into motion? Was it a whisper in God’s ear?
Survive. Adapt. Escape.
And if we could mark that single moment in time, that first hint of the prophecy of approaching danger, would we have done anything differently? Could it have been stopped? Or was the die long ago cast?
And if we could go back, alter its course, stop it from happening… Would we?
12
In the beginning, there was discovery. A confusion of elements, the first snowfall of impossible change. Old lives undone, left behind. Strange faces made familiar. New nightmares to challenge sleep. New friends to feel safe with. Only then comes control. The need to impose order onto chaos, through determination, through study, through struggle...all in defiance of a thundering truth. They're here. And all the earth shudders underfoot.