They turned their backs. They looked away. They broke the ties that bind. Subconsciously and silently they left it all
behind. A thousand years ago or more they took a step
ahead. Their leaders tried to call them back. They quickened pace instead. They'd seen the blood. They'd died in wars. They'd counted millions dead. The horrors of their century brought questions
to their head. Beginning with and ending with some politicians
war. They'd peak into their ruler's minds and change forevermore.
They found a truth. A painful fact. They taught it to their young. A simple rule they hoped would fuel a dream
to which they clung. That governments had magnified the failings
of the soul, had multiplied the cruelties it promised to control. The children heard. They memorized. They studied history. Illusions slowly faded through their passing
century. They passed the knowledge on again to children
of their own. So over time, it came to be that leaders stood alone.
The knowledge spread. The leaders fell. The people persevered. The putrid scents of governments had finally
disappeared. The capitols now covered with the dust of
uselessness. Decrepit, ancient monuments to games of world chess. Collectively, instinctively, as is by single mind. Without a cautious look ahead or mournful
glance behind. A thousand years ago or more they stepped
beyond the odds, evolving past their governments, to goddesses and gods.