heroes....

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 are?
What is the soul?
Why do we dream?

Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all.

Not dwelving, 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
a meaning the smallest of moments.

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?

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.

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.


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 it
hope and trust

that when you've served its needs faithfully,
there may still remain some glimmer
of the life you once knew.


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?


When a change comes,
some species feel the urge to migrate.

They call it zugunruhe.

The 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 to gather together.

Only then can they hope to survive
the cruel season to come.


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.

But you are the instrument
of a flawless design.

And all of life may
hang in the balance.

A hero learns quickly
who can comprehend

and who merely
stands in your way.