GREAT MEN ARE NEVER COMPLETELY UNDERSTOOD
Two films that I have seen these days on TV on Gandhi and Churchill, inspire me this morning the following reflection.
Great men are never completely understood by their contemporaries, on whom they have a head start. As if they were speaking a language that few people understand. A sort of misguidance which borders on madness carried by the inner, intuitive, unconscious voices.
A moral imperative that drives them to go to the end of their approach which may seem at first sight like an aberration.
A transgression that later becomes a norm, almost a banality.
Their work surpasses their persons and their judge is neither a poll nor a press, nor vox populi, nor their family, but the verdict of the posterity, to which they pass, sacrificing their lives on the “altar” of history.
In the Service of Others.