We have heard of gods.
Those great beings:
Their
stories told to us sometimes still.
They were seen by those before
us,
But
those we have never met.
We have been told of heroes.
Those of us who are older,
Even
saw those great men.
Their stories still hold sway,
Over
us and our lives.
We know men.
The people we see
Everywhere
we go.
They fill our minds
And
the halls of power.
Those enchanted by the stories
of gods,
Make
men into gods now.
Or
at least prophets.
They are great; they needs this
greatness.
Those that knew or love heroes,
Make
heroes of every man.
Or
at least any man.
They see in popularity or wit a
divine ordination.
Many learn to see humanity as
divine, sacred
And
organizations as heroes.
Or
at least the best that humanity can be.
They see only the big picture
and what should be.
And they miss the true beyond,
As
they collapse it
Into
the here and now.
They also miss the here and now,
As
they color it too thick
With
shades of the beyond.
Living in a synthesis
That
took only the least or worse
From each conflicting side.

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