So many classic works, so many achievements, so much glory. The figures we know are individual scholars, generals, and emperors. They are treated as fragments and proof of a nation's civilization, and their lives build new platforms atop those already raised on high. They gaze into the distance and look toward the future.
But who truly turns their eyes to the filth and chaos beneath all that splendor, and cares about the soil beneath the snow?
To a prince or noble, a commoner is nothing more than a monkey in a cage, leaping up and down no matter how hard it struggles.
Its salvation does not lie in resisting humanity, but in leaving and returning to the boundless wilderness, where it can savor its hard-won freedom even as it trembles with fear.
