thinking

What is incalculable greatness? What is incalculable?
What is the cost of unabdicated resolution? What trepidation must one ignore?
How does one understand that there are many means to an end, so long as that end is never defeat? That the victory of spirit is the only true victory in the world?
What are the means to unprotracted victory? Which road does one take? Which crucial decisions must be made?
How much weight can fall on one man's shoulders? How can one man carry such weight without stumbling?
Who measures the value of a life? How is it evaluated? Under what pretenses? Who tallies the score?
Is one judged on their convictions and ideals? Or the consequences? Or does one live because there are things such as consequences for ideals?
What does it matter if a song goes unsung, letters unwritten, retribution unpaid, justice unserved?
What mark can one person make on the world? What smear on an imperfect painting?
How does one ignite a silent revolution above the din of a dark world?

There is but one man I would like to ask these questions of. Questions that too often go unanswered, unthought, ignored. There are people among us who would not, could not, let such an injustice occur. Men of consideration, endurance, and brillliance. Men who operate strictly for the invocation of the right to operate. The right to think freely. To draw conclusions from these thoughts. To put these conclusions into action. To fight for the right to continue to take action.
These are men of undisputed courage and valor. These are men too few in the world, growing fewer by the moment as they slowly die away, succumbing to a land of greater pragmatism. #
These are men we all strive to be and rarely achieve. The men that give us hope when there is none.
With the grace that is within us, however difficult it is to conjure, we must stop to silently thank them, to honr them in the only faculty they acknowledge, our minds.