A Light Unto The Nations

In the annals of human lore there are
unique and rare stories whose ancient
origins are located in the mists of time
and this is one of them. This is a story
of humankind whose iteration is endless
one for which there is surely a genesis but
just as surely no limit. It endures in all its
manifestations with no sign of flagging
as it makes its way into the future. It is
not a fable, not a myth, not a folk story
but a repeatable occurrence that no
measurable calamity is capable of stemming
for the cause and the reaction stirs itself to
life without end. It is not exactly a story
of unrequited love, nor is it a story of
human compassion overcoming adversity.
This story is, by any measure, one of
ghastly horrors, of a mass rejection of
the presence of a people upon whom is
visited, era following era, catastrophic
enmity and annihilation. It is a people
among whom the seed of genius has been
generously endowed yet whose purported
character is unfailingly held in contempt.
It is a people for whom hope and a future
is denied but they themselves cling fast.