Our manifesto.

These are strange and unneasy times in our nervous world. We’ve been cast out on a tightrope between two soaring peaks and the slightest vibration could send the whole thing crashing down.

Our manifesto.

These are strange and unneasy times in our nervous world. We’ve been cast out on a tightrope between two soaring peaks and the slightest vibration could send the whole thing crashing down.

You can call us what you want, entitled, arrogant, romantic, and that’s fine, because you’re right, however, we’ve got a few for you too, greedy, ignorant, careless.

You see, unlike you, we weren’t born into the comforts of a world resting on the peak. Instead, we were born into the perils of a world wobbling on the rope, a world you chose to step out on. Only greed could convince man that another peak is better than his own, only ignorance could convince man that some things might not be lost along the way, and only carelessness could convince man to step out onto the rope in the first place.

There’s a certain kind of sad irony in the whole thing, but we don’t look at you with disdain, in the way you look at us. Instead, we look at you with sadness, because we see your pain as the weight we now shed, just to keep our footing beneath us, are the things you valued most before stepping out from the ledge. With every shaky step you watch helplessly as education, jobs, home ownership, and the like, slip through your fingertips before dissapearing into the shadows of a valley so deep, it would take generations to recover and repair as they once were.

Sadder still, there are real human lives attached to these things. You’ll soon discover, if you haven’t already, that life never goes without a fight. These lives will claw and grasp at the fray for any dangling thread, and in so doing, the whole tapestry of your most beloved creation, the middle-class, will be torn to shreds. Those lives, the ones you’ve left to perish will be your holocaust.

Instead of awakening to these truths, like sad old fools, you grew tired and rested with weery eyes, reminiscing of better days and plotting the way back, but once you took us out onto the rope, there were only two places left to go, down or across.

You might not see it just yet with those tired old eyes, however, while you were resting, we held you up, and we’ve grown as well, not weak under your pressure, but strong from lifting the weight of two. You can keep looking back if you’d like, but your peak will continue to fade in the distance, and the one you sought at our expense, will never be yours because we’re coming for it.

The rest of the way isn’t certain, and while our bodies are strong and our hearts indomitable, that won’t be enough on its own. It will require the best creative minds. These minds will not only predict the missteps along the way, but also, prevent them. They will not only uncover the problems of tomorrow, but also, provide the solutions. Most importantly, they will keep man human, so that when we arrive at our peak, there’s more that remains than just beast.

We’ll take you there of course, without malice or resentment, because if you’re greed, ignorance, and carelesness hadn’t put us on this rope in the first place, we’d never have had the opportunity to overcome modern man’s greatest hardships, and thus, never taken mankind to a higher peak.

You’ve been right about at least one thing all along, we are entitled, arrogant and romantic. Entitled because we believe we deserve our own peak and not a tightrope. Arrogrant because we believe we can actually achieve that even though you chose the most perilous route there. Romantic because we believe once there the tapestry that we create will be the most beautiful yet.

Your chapter in the book of mankind has been written, and when future generations flip back on it, it will be for the purpose of reading a cautionary tale. Our pen is just meeting paper and our chapter will be written by the creative mind for the first time in it’s history.

We believe, like many things before it, that it will be the greatest story ever told. After all, it was our belief in ourselves, entitled, arrogant, romantic or otherwise, that’s carried us this far.

It begins something like this:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way…