Meaning to life is an illusion followed by the multitude, a madding crowd. Blessed are those who are blinded with ignorance for they keep running towards the dark abyss, relentlessly. And yet, among us walk the ones who know. They dare not stop and doubt for the fear of being crushed by the blind fury that follows them. Such is the tragedy of the chosen few who are destined to march the last mile into the abyss, knowing the end from the beginning. History preserves them as martyrs, saviours and nails them on the cross.