“I do not believe in the doctrine of the greatest good of the greatest number. The only real, dignified, human doctrine is the greatest good of all.”

-- Mahatma Gandhi

Chapter One

            "Jesus wept". Succinct. How do two simple words, nine little letters, carry such power? I guess it's not the words themselves but the images they conjure that pulls the emotion out of you. It's the thought of the Lord and savior of all mankind making an open display of such fragility that makes one pause and question why. It's the attempt to answer the question why that sparks the sensation, the movement out of one's self and into the expanse of the imagination. It's the expanse of the imagination where ideas spring forth and ideals are born. At their very core, ideals are what we live for... ideals are what we fight and die for... our own combination of ideals are what make us are who we are. Special, unique, individual creatures; separate from one another by the forms that we hold, all looking to make a connection; All looking to share our ideals. I pretended to do it, throw out falsehoods and platitudes here and there, but secretly, my worst fear was that someone would find out what my ideals truly were.

            I always admired someone who could share a lengthy passage from the bible or quote someone long since dead at just the right moment. Someone who carried the wisdom from the ages and could bring it forth into today, to be absorbed by those who need guidance or comfort or simply affirmation that we may not be doomed to repeat the history that we, as humanity, have little to be proud of. War, oppression, hatred based on skin tone or facial structure. Cruelty upon suffering upon death all to lay claim to land. We, as humans, are not good for this planet, not good for the creatures we share it with, and certainly not good for each other.

            I always admired someone like that, then wept a little myself as I watched as those words of wisdom, those ideals worth fighting for, fall upon the deaf ears of our contemporary society. My contempt for the contemporary has reached critical mass. It is for that reason, I set forth a new wisdom for the ages. I despise the word 'manifesto' as it conjures negative connotation, largely due to the ignorance of the social media addicted masses. I am hereby reclaiming it under it's true definition.

Manifesto : a public declaration reconciling past actions and proclaiming the motivation for future actions.

Here now, for those given the opportunity to read it, is my humble manifesto.

"It is my greatest hope, my grandest wish, that an apocalypse befalls our world with such tenacity that the human race is forced to leave behind the frivolous trappings that so preoccupy our energies and our strengths.
It is my dearest ambition to watch millions fall so that we may conduct the grandest of all experiments"
"To rebuild our civilization in harmony with the planet -- not against it
to rebuild our civilization in harmony with our fellow men -- not against them"
"The mottled chaos we have created can only be undone by a singular greater chaos"
"Many will die,
humanity has earned it"

            Upon these words lay the foundation for a human civilization greater than any that has ever been envisioned. Upon these words lay the future for the human civilization that I have dedicated my life to improve. Upon these words lay the dawn of a new day, the first and brightest day of a new mankind.

            To the friends and families of those whom are affected by these actions; take pause, grieve, and then see the wisdom of the promise in the new world that will unfold. You will be the caretakers of their memory. You will be the generation that is given to define all future generations. You will ensure that we, as a civilization, never again come down the path that has lead us to today.

            To all those tasked with writing the history of our future and to all those tasked with keeping the time of our past,  I ask that all days beyond this day be given a new point of reference. After today, there shall be : Before Christ - Anno Domini - and Enlightened Humanity. Tomorrow shall therefore be the first day of the first year E.H.

            I began this project with a heavy heart, knowing all too well the initial effect it will have. Countless sleepless nights, internal paradoxical arguments that stretched my mind nearly to its limits, sadness that we had made it come to this. I no longer bear those burdens. My conscience stands clean with the reconciliation of all points of contention in that, it simply 'must' be done. Passed is the time for worry or doubt, now is the time for action.

--- Dr. Leonard Solusman

Jesus wept at the sadness he saw in Mary over the death of her brother Lazarus. Jesus, so moved by her grief, resurrected Lazarus.

No one will weep today. No one will resurrect the Lazarus we have created.

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Standing alone in this final moment, Leonard drew in one last gaze from the giant reinforced glass window from which he had a magnificent view of the city. It was all about to change.

He turned the key.

He lifted the cover.

Without even a second of hesitation, so concrete in his convictions, he pressed the button...