The Tribe of One

When we cut men from stone and separate them from the fold, we dehumanize them and turn their life and story into caricatures. Lost is the message, for in entombing their words and their spirit, we idolize the man and the image. The road is forgotten, and what is chiseled from the rough cut is lost to time. It is dust in the wind.

The tribe of humanity is small. One person’s calling is a calling to all. One person’s cause becomes a cause for all. No individual stands alone unless it is he who separates himself. Weak is the one who sees himself weak and alone. Strong is the one who sees himself in all.

Whether a story goes unwritten or untold, it is never truly forgotten. Books shall not keep it safe, nor stone, or monument. What touches a person’s heart goes unforgotten.

We are One tribe and no cause is above another.