Once you destroy your idols, the images in your heart and mind of the people you used to look up to, there’s a sense of disillusionment, accompanied by a profound feeling of aloneness. It’s the realization that there’s no heroes or villians among us. It leaves us out in the cold, without higher beings to look up to, without hope.
“There’s no drugged-out devils or square-halo angels walking among us.”
– Marilyn Manson, Hey Cruel World…
I say it’s a realization… but that doesn’t have to make it true. I think you can realize something without it stunting your ambitions.
I may walk among no one. But that doesn’t mean those images in my minds eye have to be condemned to die. Rebuilt, frankensteined together, synthesized into something of my own, something just as precious as what it once was; not damned to the fringes of my memories.
I walk among no one because I still aspire to be more than what this world has to offer or ask of me, I still want to be more than what I am. When you realize there are no true gods of man, the road to forging yourself into one is lonely indeed, but I believe its still there.
In any case, I don’t know that you could ever know for sure. Maybe it only feels like being among no one sometimes.