Two Heros

There exist moments in time that transpire outside of the world. When everything should matter, but doesn’t. When only the moment matters. Athletes and fighter pilots speak of in The Zone, where time dilates, disappears and there is only the object, the goal. The correctness of thought and action. I think that these moments can happen upon us. That while we are sometimes willing participants we can create this moments, they arrive like a tornado. We can move to Oklahoma or Kansas and increase our odds and preparation for events out of time but ultimately they choose us. And then we choose. What to do, what to do.

A man stood still one day. He stood for what he believed, for a voice for himself and for those around him. And there was another man, a man who was chosen to crush that spirit, to pave the way for the way the world was, not to allow for a world as it could be. And they meet in a street. And the first man stood in the path of the second man and did not move. And the second attempt to pass not having the spirit to destroy the first man, knowng that despite their belief, they were both just men. He attempted to pass the first man, but the first man would not have it. As the man attempt to pass the second man stepped back into his path. Refusing to move, forcing the choice, the decision. The second man again attempted to go around, knowing that he could not do this thing, crush this man who was nobody. And still the first man moved into his path and would not let him go. He was nothing this man but he would not back down. Like a feral cat holding off a pack of gods this man stood, fearless I like to think.

And if it was only a metaphor what would it mean?