"You are the Dead"
The Protomen, Act I: VI: Sons of Fate
"[...]a hero is just a man, who knows he's free."
The Protoment, Act I: VI: Sons of Fate
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What is a person who does not choose to be free, like he know he is? The answer is simple, and well put by one of my favourite bands of all time. The man is dead. Not physically, mind you. But he is as good as dead. He will mill about in his life, never knowing what is out there if he just tries to break out of the box that society has put him in.
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"We are the Dead" is still one of the most disturbing, and effective commentaries that any band has ever made on humanity, and how they flock together like sheep. No, not like sheep, like Zombies. They try to find 'heroes' amongst their ranks, because they are too afraid to fight their own battles. And when the hero falls, falters, or some other short coming, the dead weep and moan loudly, while not daring to step out of line, for fear of upsetting something that doesn't exist.
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Now, in the albums that I am talking about, there was a real threat in that world. An oppressive dictator who was always watching like big brother and used storm trooper like robots to carry out his will. But, in this world, there is no such thing. The only thing the dead of this world fear is being branded as an outcast and living in a social exile. I find this fear, disruptive to being an actual person, instead of another number, another zombie, another sheep, following mindlessly trying to be exactly like the one before least they upset the herd.
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I once thought that was the way it was meant to be, a long time ago. Everyone just conforming to what was natural. Yet as soon as I was in 5th grade, I realized that I couldn't just blindly conform or follow someone's limits, because they claimed they existed. I wasn't ready to give up on something fun that I had, because they said it was part of growing up.
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And, thus, I was exiled out into the cold social wasteland of the uncool for middle school. When I entered High school on the other hand. I realized something. I didn't care for what they said was cool, or uncool, or even what was. I decided what I was going to be, and not let any other social pressure tell me otherwise. I was loud, obnoxious, and I was one of the very few furries at my high school, there were others, but still. I stood up to anyone who said I couldn't be that while trying to be something else as well, and I told them off for trying to lecture me about it.
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It got me a following of people who envied me enough to try to be near me, and like me. True, this also got me a fair amount of enemies, but I can say that it was unavoidable. I played by who I was, and what I felt is right. And to this day those concepts still guide me.
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Yet, as I looked over this group of people who knew me, and considered me their friend, I realized one thing. I didn't know more then 20 of them by name. Yet, they say I am their friend. They weren't there because they liked me, or even have similar interests, but they were trying to be popular, like me. And again, I saw the correlation to how the dead would follow blindly the hero, the innovator or the tyrant, and it bothered me.
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To this day, I try to live down that popularity in high school. Just to try to get people to stop blindly agreeing with anyone, but to think for themselves.
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The more and more we follow like the sheep we were taught to be, the more and more we lose ourselves and the potential on what to be. Remember this: "I am not a number, I am a free man!" This statement also resounds true to this main concept. The character that dared speak out like this was constantly referred to as #6, in a village of burnt spies that were too risky to let loose. He was often offered to be released if he just let them know why he left, to see if he has been bought off by some other organization. Throughout the series (Which, saddly I cannot say I have seen all the way through) he continually tries to escape, and run, and is thrawted at every turn. But he never gave in, nor did he lose his identity as a free man to the number they assigned him.
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People, I have a challenge for you. One day, at any given time you feel is important enough to do so, yell at the top of your lungs in a public place. "I AM A FREE MAN, AND I WILL DO WHAT I FEEL IS RIGHT!" And then, from that moment on, do so. Never yield to anyone else, least you feel it is for the good of mankind. Always travel the long and windy road towards victory. Light up the night!
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Kamden G. Blackstone
Free Tiger, Mormon, Creative
Propoganda
Arm yourself, my dear brothers and sisters. Join the ranks of the L.I.G.H.T. Brigade. Join the Protomen, and be dead no more!
http://www.protomen.com/listen.html
The Prisoner, #6, a brilliant beacon of self knowing, and never faltering as the village tried to take his identity away.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prisoner
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