Perhaps it is fitting that the best of our kind are so plagued with sadness, having seen so much of it themselves, the desire to inflict the same in those around them never truly takes root.

It is liars that tend to be the loudest, for their words must reach the back of rooms. Honest men in my experience by nature are quiet, for their words need not concern itself with the size of venues, the power of their words of an honest man come not from the volume of which they are spoken but from truth.Where falsehoods are limited by acoustics, the truth however, can be heard across centuries even as whispers.

Most of humanities, our species history was a struggle was against the climate, simply trying to survive the elements, to carve our societies, to tame this this world and make it ours. Yet now the greatest challenge of our time, will be the struggle to save the very same climate that killed our ancestors. Tragically ironic isn’t it?

We live in the age of information, an era that will not see its conflicts play out on battlefields, but rather waged within the minds of humanity. The clash of not civilizations but of ideologies. As in times past humanity armed itself with swords to dispatch tyranny, humanity once again will have to arm itself, not with blades but with the truth. When dispelling falsehoods while swords cut, the truth cuts deeper.