What is meaning of life? That is the question that has haunting humanity since the very first primitive man developed a large scale frontal lobe. We as a species don’t like non-specified answers. We don’t like being left in the dark, yet we’ll turn around and say ignorance is bliss. Our minds are hardwired to question everything; yet it seems as if our “souls” are hardwired to be stubborn, hesitant towards change or information that might discredit our own personal philosophy or god complex.
History is remembered by and for the victor. Those who win decide the path of humanity through societal advancement. Those who look back at battle with a sense of nostalgia — that nationalistic narcissism that brings victory — tend to be the mainstream historians. Those of the losing side don’t oftentimes get the credit they deserve in our modern day history classes.