words of the past

Honor. Courage. Discipline. A few of many words that sometimes seem to no longer have any meaning. Once it was a time when great battles were fought, and one could make some sort of stand against the evils that work to enslave us. There was a time when one could swear by an oath to protect all that is righteous, and if need be, give their life to defend it. But these days the forces to be opposed are not so obvious. Forces that are just as dangerous as those of the past, and perhaps even more so. For these forces are unseen by most, and therefore can continue to exist without opposition. Occasionally we catch a glimpse of them, and we do what we can to oppose them, but it is little.

And why should we oppose that which is wrong? How do we know that it is wrong? We have our morals and our ethics, and we are willing to kill in the name of them. But what right do we have to kill in the name of these, our beliefs? What right do we have to kill at all? The only thing separating us from those we kill, is our beliefs. They wish to kill us for our beliefs, and we wish to kill them for their beliefs. Who is right? And by what proof are they right?

So what are we to do?