We Are Giants

A man once set out to see what he could see. After awhile other men too set out seeking sight outside of what they perceived. Soon it became apparent that the ability of one man would produce only so much vision. And so the men assembled, to see what they could see.

Men standing on the shoulders of men to see farther than they could have alone. What began as a collective journey soon became a riot of haves and have nots. Foundational carcasses below the feet of those above them. Now atop the mound of those sacrificed seeking to see further, but with no one else to stand on top of, soon find themselves moaning under the weight of those who have come after they. 

"We were once the giants" they proclaim meekly before they are permanently affixed as little more than the forgotten past. A piece of the landscape no longer beautiful enough to be admired. Trodden under foot and silenced in the past with every new trek to the ever climbing summit.

"We are the giants!" they shout from the mountain tops. Seeing farther than any before them ever could. With their eyes set on the horizon, scanning what can only be described as their own from atop their perched throne. They are amazed at what a spectacle it is to see. All the while, their shouts of power and ability drown out the groans from below of those who helped them get there. 

And still further down the muffled wails of those on the bottom, deaf, blind and clueless to the world they are now secluded from. "We were once the giants." Though the voices tell that the memories of that truth are rapidly fading away.

Further down still. The shout of the single prophet. Standing on the shoulders of no one. Singing the message to nothing or no one in particular. Simply sharing a word with those who may care to hear. 

"We are merely giants," she belts.

"We are merely giants."