The Tribe

We are born weak and helpless, and as strong as we try to make ourselves, we will die weak and helpless if we live alone. No man is perfect. No woman is perfect. No person, child or adult, saint or buddha is without flaw- without weakness and doubt and moments when the walls fall in.

We train ourselves, strive to be stronger, but we are weak. No matter how strong our arm, or capable our mind- we are weak and helpless in the face of a world that does not care if we live or die. We are weak and pitiful and terrified in the face of the colossal monstrosity called civilization who seeks to bend us to its purpose and make us cogs to serve its own design.

We cannot break this, not alone. We, and I say again ‘WE’ cannot stand alone against so vast an enemy. One is always one, but two is twice as strong as one, and three is twice as strong again. As long as each person added is a warrior, is of the tribe and of the people, each person makes the tribe worth twice as much.


To be of the tribe, we must commit ourselves to the tribe. This alone is the tribe’s strength and why WE are so strong, while YOU and I are so weak. Whatever I can do alone, I can twice as much with another tribe member and four times as much with two others and eight times as much with but three more committed members to my little tribe.

But it is not my tribe, it is your tribe, if you would have me as part of it. No member owns the tribe, no member runs the tribe. Anyone may rise to lead at any time in a tribe. You make a tribe your own and you invest yourself in it. You bleed for it. You cry for it. You kill for it. You die for.

Some try to find the tribe in a church, or a suit, or flag. The tribe is older than cities and has withstood the beating of ten thousand years. It yearns to be free and we need it so that we too can be free.