Two sides faced each other, on one side were numbered many, on the other was a solitary one. He must have felt lonely, though admittedly he didn’t look too down about the loneliness. He might have been putting on a brave face. The many were of one mind, apparently, as was the one, though these were perhaps even two very different minds, hence the division.
After a long silence one of the many shouted across, “We don’t fear you. We are many. Therefore we have the right.”
Many grunts and yeahs of even angry affirmation followed, glad presumably that someone had been so bold as to speak up on the collective behalf. It reflected well on them as a whole that they were not cowed by this oppressive contradictory force facing them.
“But I’m the minority here. I thought minorities were sacred.”
This confused and startled them, but after a while of silent panic someone shouted back,”No, we’re the minority!” Again followed by much approval, though with hints it must be said of self-doubt. Were they really the minority?
The solitary one laughed and walked off. He had been defeated. At least that’s what they told themselves afterwards. He had been put to the sword by their truth and their righteousness.
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