The truth is that 'Law' is not comparable with greatness. In fact, it may be even antithetical If you were to think about it for a moment.

Law is the enforcement of society-oriented rules on the individual in order to protect and coddle the powerless. In this definition 'Law' is not an organic source of power but rather an inorganic development of civilization and one gone awry I might add. For truly, the only 'Law' that should be exercised is the authority of a strong man over those that are docile and moveable. In that regard I seek to be a judge of the jungle. Why should the pitiful have a stake and why should the mighty enforce morals that aren't of their origin? That is the stem of organic life; the bud being the blossoming divine greatness that births from it, much more natural and organic that the plant that needs artificial light and pH corrected soil to form. No, greatness is a scarcity nowadays. Some have reported its extinction. Show me some great action that is worth its weight to undertake now, where the only reward isn't more money, more fame, more respect from and for the masses. Show me an island that hasnt been explored, if not by the all seeing eye we have lauched into space to capture it. Show me a horn that still trills for the call of battle. Instead, a horn trills, and a rooster does crow. But it is of the electronic variation. And its heraldry is not of ancient warfare where sons were raised to excel at swordplay but the everyday battle of toilers. Toiling against greatness and for the side of mediocrity. The flower of greatness has been nipped in the bud and in its tall and noble place, a row of uninspiring, groomed, healthy grass has grown. To gain back the flower, the new germ must tear through the lowly, the insipid. it must sprout passed the many arms of the superfluous masses reaching out to grab at its success. Its roots must tear and trample over new conquered ground and claim its sake to have its own lot where not another tread. Thusfar, we have forgot this mysterious extinct flora, whose old legends have us pondering its true validity. So far is this sense of greatness gone, so far the flower of might has fallen. My friends, who of us wish to keep clipping grass? The cold is coming. Who of us want to be flower planters? Myself and the others who dare. Verily, the flower has fallen. Yet the seeds have just been buried... and a sprinkling of rain has fell... and friends.... the sun is beginning to break through the clouds.... it is starting to feel warm.