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HEROES

Where does the need arise? Where is the desire born? The desire to know the meaning, to understand the realms of the so-called reality, to know the answers, to comprehend those answers and then to create meaning out of it.

The greatest mysteries of life lie hidden – hidden beneath the soul. And while man reaches far and wide in search of answers, resurrecting and devouring all that lies in his way, he is too naïve to look within. For there the answer lies – the answers to the quintessential questions, plain yet profound, simplistic to the limit of being outright trivial, and yet governing the unfathomable , unreasonable method behind our madness.

Why are we here? Why were we born? What makes us special? Herein lays the desire. Herein lays the hunger, the yearning – to be someone, to make a difference. How wonderful would it fly! How wonderful would it be to be invisible! How wonderful would it be to be invincible, to be able to bend space and time, to walk through walls, to hold fire in your hand! This is the desire. Desire to be different; desire to be special. This is the desire to fulfil your destiny. Oh, how wonderful would it be to … be a HERO!!!

The answers. A destiny to fulfil. A reason to be. But is this destiny only for those who are special? What about those who cannot read minds? What about those who cannot paint the future, who cannot be superhuman? It the right to bravery only reserved for the supernatural? Isn’t being human reason enough to save the world?

A million questions. Most unanswered. We all want to be special. We all want to be heroes. And hence the quest continues.

So when the quest is over, when we know all that we want to know – when humanity as we know it is extinct and annihilated, and even when there is know to listen to, let it be said that the spirit of men lives.

Because for every hero gone bad there live a hundred living the destiny that chose them. For every Sylar that lives in us all there lives a Isaac, there lives a Parkman, a Ted, a DL, a Nicky, a Micah. And for every Petrelli, for every Claire and Hiro Nakamura, there also live a hundred million simple humans.

This is for them. For simple men and women who knew much more than their destiny had to offer. This is for Bennett, for Suresh and for Ando.

"You do no need superpowers to be a HERO"

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