The Blood of Heroes

why do we weep for the blood of heroes? titans of virtue, examples by faith. as the banal, the crass, our inner selfish one, diminish in contrast, abashed in the sun. we toil, we dread, we shy in the fold. to laud, to smile, at fantastical contrasts, ordinary, yet not. hope in the god spark, burnt embers in hearts, (so tightly grasped in the dark). can there be a small sliver, a nascent seed sown, in everyman's soul, of courage, of action, a thread in the superman's cape? or simply said, is it true, that godhead is merely doing unto others, as you would have them do unto you?