
A man spends his life painting walls. A million brush strokes pass paint stained hands, but he is no Michelangelo. His friend delivers mail to the box a long way from Lindberg's journey. Another man who lives down their street works in IT. Move over Mr. Berners-Lee.
So distant are the dreams of childhood. Where they played the hero in fortresses of sticks and stones, were carried off by stormy seas, personifying action figures and met with wild adventure.
Then the chase of youthful ambitions followed. Fed by the knowledge and feats of past champions, epic poems, and characters of tales which stand the test of time.
The bull's eye of historical immortality is struck by a lucky and passionate few. Barely any man out of all who have lived has hit the mark. While as many men as there are stars have clawed at the surface of what it means to be great.
Yet, for every Alexander millions of men have perished bravely to protect, never tasting glory. Without lending their shoulders to Newton, plenty have been giants, standing tall as good brothers, friends, sons, and husbands.
All good men begin with pride to meet humble ends. Bursting on the scene of a fantastical journey which leads them to encounter a real test of character. They grow, and shed the ideal to meet the maker of a better version of themselves. From hopeful eminence, to stewards of devotion, they inherit the greatest gift of all when they leave the world behind.




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