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Life is our inheritance, it's diversity is in our faces, our ideas and our dreams.
We can argue about how we got here.
We can argue about what might happen, if anything, when we leave here.
And we can have those arguments on battlefields or on pages.

We are, after all, basically the same.
Birth delivers us to different environments and our successes and failures are forever linked to those origins
and not, necessarily, to what we deem are our personal strengths and weaknesses.

But some of us insist that a great inheritance is a symbol of greatness and a licence to govern and exploit others. 
We live in the shadow of those for whom any amount of money and power is never enough.
And their rationalizations for violence and war are forever foisted upon us, be they God, country,
politics or profit.

So where does that leave us?
Are we are fated to live in the crossfire of other's physical and metaphysical battles?

Do we obey our overlords and supply them our sons and daughters for cannon fodder?
Do we sing their anthems, and pay for their blunders with our meager holdings? And when that isn't enough, do we promise our children's earnings, in advance?

Or do we exploit reality for it's secrets and it's obvious joys?
Do we vote with our dollars to humble giants? Do we ignore their rants and their marching orders to hate and condemn? Do we humble those that would steal our future, exploit our present and rewrite our past?

Is the highlight of our day their commercials with their intoxicating imagery, boiling emotion and demands for allegiance while the rest of our day is boredom, meaningless work or worse?

This is our war. The war between those that blindly support tyrants and those that think for themselves.