The truth is never simple and yet it is. The truth is we did kill him. By silence we consented… because we couldn’t go on. But by Ares, what did we have to look forward to but to be discarded in the end like Cleitus? After all this time, to give away our wealth to Asian sycophants we despised? Mixing the races? Harmony? Oh, he talked of these things. I never believe in his dream. None of us did. That’s the truth of his life. The dreamers exhaust us. They must die before they kill us with their blasted dreams.
– The character of Ptolemy in the movie Alexander
I was reflecting on Lincoln and other great men today, like Martin Luther King, and was wondering why so many of them seem to be the ones we kill. I remembered this quote from the movie Alexander, which is one of my favorite movies of all time. One of the themes at the end of the movie is that we kill the dreamers. In aiming for a better world, the dreamers ask that the rest of society give up some of the things they are accustomed to. Even if it is for the better of all, this is rarely met with enthusiasm in some circles. Why do we kill the dreamers? In the end, I do not know completely, but it is worth reflecting upon.