How easily earthís glory fades away and there isnít one story left to tell. Supposing myths were true and legends really existed then, I must say manís quest and conquer has failed like the snow that refused to fall in the winter and the sun that hesitated to shine in the summer.
Iíve read and watched too many paradigms pointing to the lives of the men who shaped our present world. Physically and in passion, they were ordinary men like you and I. However, one thing they had in common was an influence beyond the faculties of us mere mortals.
Most of them embraced humility like a bride and wore dignity like a cloak. Many more spoke of their beliefs with pride as they traveled the highways of peace diligently. Their love never waxed cold and once they had their hands on the plow, they never looked back. Their eyes remained glued and fixed on the mark and glory set before them. They never preached or emphasized religion but, they shared and told of a culture which was uncommon to the men of their time, age and dispensation. They were enviable and powerful though they never prided themselves on any such landmarks. They traversed the world with consistency in their language and spotlessness in their mannerism. They were who they were and they appeared as what they were, nothing more and nothing less.
It wasnít in their background, ethnicity, tribe or the differences they had. It was the passion and drive they seemingly shared; the one voice that successfully brought a modicum of sanity to the human race. Whether or not they were victors or victims, it didnít count and it matters not much. One thing remains sure and it is the veritable fact that they left their names on the sands of time.
To the generations yet unborn, their names will be written in gold; and to us that live, we have their names written in our hearts as we from time to time share and tell of them. Men who were more than men, warriors who were not only villains, heroes who were not only celebrated, patriarchs who proved to the world seen and yet to be seen that there is still an iota of human pride and dignity left in the affairs and dealings of men. We love them for what they prophesied but we love them more for what they practiced.