Only one thing is certain in life, and that is death.
With only the matter of when, the question becomes:
What is the point?
The destination was never the point.
The point was who you were, mile by mile.
A child, a work, a name that outlasts the body.
The need to have mattered. To have bent the world slightly toward your having been here.
Proof of existence, reflected back.
Or have stopped looking.
Or have decided the question itself is a trap.
What is your point?meaning?reason?aspiration?scars & savoir-faire?
Did you choose it?
Your scars are everything that happened to you without your permission.
Your savoir-faire is everything you did anyway.
Some people made something extraordinary of theirs.
In Auschwitz, some prisoners gave their food to others who needed it more.
No audience.
No record.
One fewer mouthful between them and death.
They did it anyway because in a place designed to prove that humans are nothing, they chose to prove otherwise. Quietly. Again. And again.
Ignaz Semmelweis could not be quiet.
In the 1840s, he discovered that doctors were killing their patients by not washing their hands. He was right. He knew he was right. He said so, loudly, repeatedly, to colleagues who found the suggestion insulting; that their hands carried death.
The medical establishment did not debate him. It destroyed him. His career first. Then his reputation. Then, in a mental asylum, his life, from a septic infection, the very thing he had spent his life fighting.
He died unheard. Millions live because he spoke.
These people had a point. Their point.
Their message for the world.
And we would not be at where we are today if they hadn’t made it.
This is your chance at the world.
What is your point?
Know it. Believe it. Make it.
Lest it be made for you.
Welcome to Scars & Savoir Faire.
We exist for those who choose.
One such champion lives in The Zenith Empire
There is a girl in a world that has already decided who she is.
She disagrees.
This is her story.
