A steep climb

Greatness is a great mountain.

Masses gather at the the foot, and look to the endlessly high top with awe.

A brave few begin to climb the path, and the masses will look up scorn.

The reason is that it shows them humans just like themselves can climb it.   It is a reminder that others are after that which they have given up.  It is a matter of pride.  They think highly of themselves; They think, "If I could not climb, why do you think you can?  What makes you so much better than me?".  They cannot stand the prospect of just another person being greater than they.   That humans are not weak, only they.

As one continues to climb, the scorn may no longer reach.

The air becomes thin, one begins to breathe the thickening envy and expectation.
Burning determination boils the blood.  The hot blood moves the body through the anguish.

Even higher, the path becomes thin, one begins walking upon the thick of competition.  One clears their path by shoving others over.

Stain the flesh with blood and sweat.  Continue on, and even the strongest can no longer reach to pull one down.

Continue further.  Envy becomes awe, competition becomes respect, and blood and sweat become trophies.  One's position becomes the dreams and will of the next batch of brave few.  One becomes legend.

Recently I have seen that even legends may be overtaken.  Perhaps you could only call it a god.

Time will tell; may even gods be taken down?

- Vita Khorijin