“Armed with only swords, they marched out to meet their enemies armed with gunpowder.”
They say that the turning point was when “Wooden men with Iron sticks, replaced Iron men with Wooden sticks.” As we look around us, we recognize that we live in an everchanging world, where each new day brings both triumph and tragedy. And each day, we are forced to reckon with the “Means of Man,” as we try to sculpt our desired “ends.”
Just like Saigo Takamori, many of us find ourselves questioning authority. As the clock of man ticks by, we see ourselves slipping further and further away, at the expense of our families, our way of life, and ultimately, our safety. Some of us sit idly by, held back by the belief that one voice cannot turn a tide or because we fear the retribution that comes from “standing out, by standing up.” Some of us move in shadow, timidly feeding rumor and conspiracy in the hopes that some “other” will pick up the sword, and fight our battle for us. And there are those among us that will face down the “administration” in the hopes of creating dialog, change, and even (gasp!) reform.
I find myself numbered among these, and even though one voice cannot compete with a chorus, it is my profound hope that my voice will serve to bring confidence to others, insuring them that if nothing else, they are not alone in their beliefs, views, and aspirations. I bet that you’re wondering which group I desire entry into…
As these pages are produced, and then offered up for your judgment, I hope to define that membership.
Note: As of July 9th, 2012, I edited the title to omit my “play on words”.
Apparently, I’m the only one that got it, I guess…