"A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot
survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable,
for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves
amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through
all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the
traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his
victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the
baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a
nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the
pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no
longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague"
-Markus Tilius Cicero...
This got me thinking about things as they are, about the complexities of leadership. I want to not think of myself as a wolf in sheep's clothing, but I have to really admit it. I've played this role through my immature inclinations. Preying on people's mercy and exploiting their weaknesses...
sigh... sucha fool. Ya know, that's why the military doesn't treat their troops like humans. Even ONE second of compassion can lead to a whole mess. I understand it... But at the same time I think we can rise above the need to barbarically treat each other like nothing more than a piece of meat.
I mean I'm coming to terms with my failures in the past and looking forward to bettering myself to such an extent that I don't succumb to the urge to act like a stupid kid. That's a start anyway...
Saturday, November 17, 2012
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