My father taught me many things in my life. One, no matter how hard I try to forget, and how many have tried to showed me otherwise, is that there is no such thing as innocence.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is untainted in a world of flaws.
In many of Erik's speeches, he would state those same facts, over and over again. You would think people and mutants alike would grow bored of those words. Idle threats, always seemingly shut down by the self-proclaimed "Good Guys."
He never failed to add that the world would indeed be a perfect place if homo- superior were the dominant species and he were their ruler.
What else he taught me, even indirectly is that there is no such thing as perfection. I know this, because every time he's decided to acquire it, and is denied, he returns from each failure more devoid of conscience and more hardened than the time before.
The search for perfection is the ultimate weakness of man. It is the lust for perfection that will ultimately be the downfall of men.
I've learned that men do not take into consideration the errors of men who've come before them. They all make the mistake in thinking themselves far superior to those who've become their ancestors, and those who've walked the path before they were more than a gleam in their parent's eyes.
They need to understand, the reality is the same. We are far more technically advanced, but there are still thousands of ways to do the wrong thing, just like your father, and your father's father.
Why must we face the same mistakes daily?
Why are people not in the pursuit of perfection caught in the crossfire of those who are?
I was not born into the thick of it.
I voluntarily walked into the mess of the world in which we live. I got caught in the waves and pulled down so deeply that I have to struggle to see the surface of the world.
My screams were suffocated, and muted by the demanding sound of my father's voice. Every day I put on this malicious grin. Every day I brace for the slow in speed, and mind.
No one looks past that look.
No one sees who I am, or who I am going to become.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is untainted in a world of flaws.
In many of Erik's speeches, he would state those same facts, over and over again. You would think people and mutants alike would grow bored of those words. Idle threats, always seemingly shut down by the self-proclaimed "Good Guys."
He never failed to add that the world would indeed be a perfect place if homo- superior were the dominant species and he were their ruler.
What else he taught me, even indirectly is that there is no such thing as perfection. I know this, because every time he's decided to acquire it, and is denied, he returns from each failure more devoid of conscience and more hardened than the time before.
The search for perfection is the ultimate weakness of man. It is the lust for perfection that will ultimately be the downfall of men.
I've learned that men do not take into consideration the errors of men who've come before them. They all make the mistake in thinking themselves far superior to those who've become their ancestors, and those who've walked the path before they were more than a gleam in their parent's eyes.
They need to understand, the reality is the same. We are far more technically advanced, but there are still thousands of ways to do the wrong thing, just like your father, and your father's father.
Why must we face the same mistakes daily?
Why are people not in the pursuit of perfection caught in the crossfire of those who are?
I was not born into the thick of it.
I voluntarily walked into the mess of the world in which we live. I got caught in the waves and pulled down so deeply that I have to struggle to see the surface of the world.
My screams were suffocated, and muted by the demanding sound of my father's voice. Every day I put on this malicious grin. Every day I brace for the slow in speed, and mind.
No one looks past that look.
No one sees who I am, or who I am going to become.