Life evolves; for that to happen a huge shift in the strata has to happen. Heroes are not created; they are made out of sacrifice and resilience. Their achievements are greater for others than they are for themselves. A team is just a supporting machine. There is always one player that takes an extra mile to change the game. A lot of people are happy.
I am happy too. But mine is with deeper understanding that the shift that starts is for the greater good of all. There is no movement that ends in vain. The Devil if at all he existed; but according to the spiritual writings of the Christian book, was defeated through sacrifice; at least from my own understanding. That's the word of champions - SACRIFICE. The moment one offers oneself for the greater goodness of mankind any contrary ability to one’s efforts falls off.
Just as the natural laws of heights and gravitation dictates, the higher one goes the cooler it becomes and the harder one falls. Those who have read critical literature will tell you that the mimesis of life always has peak moments that overtakes every human nature’s happiness to levels of over flowing vanity; and because of the free will of man’s creation, every human being at that level, chooses to be or not to be. Depending on the choices henceforth, lies the creation of virtues or vices of man’s reality - Pride, the Devil's number one virtue, always comes before a fall, when man decided to go that way.
Like Oedipus the King’s picks in Greek mythology, such a route appears like the Riddle of Sphinx in which Oedipus had become the king of Thebes while unwittingly fulfilling a prophecy that he would kill his father, Laius (the previous king), and marry his mother, Jocasta (whom Oedipus took as his queen after solving the riddle of the Sphinx). The action of Sophocles' play concerns Oedipus' search for the murderer of Laius in order to end a plague ravaging Thebes, unaware that the killer he was looking for was none other than himself. At the end of the play, after the truth finally comes to light, Jocasta hangs herself while Oedipus, horrified at his patricide and incest, proceeds to gouge out his own eyes in despair.
But the death of Oedipus, saddening as it was, brought freshness and life to the decaying land; because just like the natural laws of persistence dictates that the darkest hour comes before dawn, so is a Hawk’s choices when deciding to steal; it always picks chicks because the Hen screams every time it steals away the chicks. In its natural wild instincts, the Hawk knows that noise is chatter; and chatter is harmless. But deducing this wild wisdom, the Hawk always avoids ducklings because ducks always keep quiet when the Hawk steals away its ducklings because in silence, the Hawk knows lies the mysteries of creation.
Isn’t it the same natural enigmatic philosophy that a Sheep inhibits? Sheep don't blurt when they are led to a slaughter house the way Goats do. In realising the momentous times of every generation, every inhabitant of its own village needs the face of nightfall, because without darkness we can’t appreciate the stars, just as without clouds in a cold season we can’t appreciate the sun it blocks.
When evil arises, it’s when we see where goodness sits. These things are not out of our hands. They lie embedded in our hearts and written all over our faces. One Statesman, Kenneth Kaunda once lamented that, 'it’s not the chances we take, but the choices we make that will determine our destiny'. He knew exactly how the laws of nature work out their paths. Ones need the devil if one has to hope to see God. Darkness and light co-exist; so is good and evil. Man’s free will being the anchor to use to pick one of the two. We can’t have it all, but we can choose to let evolution take its natural steps. Janet Young says, ‘finding the meaning of things, discerns the soul of things’.