THE CLASSICAL LIBERAL

Though in shadows we may dwell, the light shall be our guide... “Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.” Perhaps I am crazy, perhaps I am so hopelessly disconnected from the common mass of humanity that I can not help but feel despair and anguish at the thought of the future. Unhinged from the ambrosial power of apathy, living deep within the recesses of my own psyche and spirit, I can not be comforted by the prospect of a “normal” life. Power, fame, money, success, a family; none of these things I wish to avoid, much of them I crave like any man, but they have no special appeal, no instinctive pull in the fabric of my existence. Without spirit, without hope, and without purpose they are empt...

There are reasons for all of the suffering we must go through in life, those that are real, and those that we perceive to be real. Regardless though, all of us must make a choice. We alone carry the responsibility for who we choose to be, and what we choose to represent. You can either fight suffering through a hatred and fear that will ultimately consume you, or you can choose to rise above the darkness and fight with a sense that even your enemy is a human being, that right makes might, and that justice not vengeance is the only thing that will lead to victory. That is honor,and that is the difference between a terrorist and a freedom fighter.