Behind every legend lies a truth.
King Arthur as an example, was real and will always be real.
Dead, sleeping, it doesn't matter. He fought for the light against the dark and in the end was conquered, but his life's deeds live on to this day.
In a hundred years he was history.
In a thousand, ancient history.
Now he is a legendand as the story is passed on and on soon he will be an old wives tale,
Then fiction.
Finally a shadow in the minds of those who are to old to tell the tale again.
That is the fate of all good men. Legends.
They fade further and further until they are lost, and people stop believing in their truth.
It is so hard to believe.
Even harder in this age.
There is a desease which cripples the heart's ability,
cripples the mind's ability to trust one's heart.
It is a desease called science.

People who are schooled in the arts of science say that it is the key.
The key to unlocking the secrets of the world.
They believe what they can test with their matmatical theories and scientific measures.
What they can see is truth.
They kill the past in an attempt to enlighten the future.
If science wins over legend we will live in a perfectly logical world,
measured to exactness and timed to perfection.
There will be no smiles which aren't first calculated and no laughter that is not at a perfect volume, key, and pitch.
No spontaneous decisions or music that isn't scientifically precise.
Pain and laughter will be one, and crying will be against the law.
A scientific world. A stagnant world. What use then for imperfect beings like us?
Imagine, you may be a legend in the future and then;
Darkness.