as I watch men collapse under their own weight.

All men will break down. Every man can collapse. The force of the universe will crush us. The tragic inevitability should fill us with momentous pessimism. But if we can be the catalyst. That which changes. We can make ourselves meaningful.

Or we can choose to be a Horde of Roaring Mongols. Pillaging our way through life.

I choose to be both the broken man and the golden horde of roaring monsters. Infinitely sensitive the world and that which destroys.