En Garde

Under the Klippot, a remnant of time long flown,

as a witness of crime long done, it stood alone

With no adornments on its face,

it looked on sadly without grace

A sarcophagus it was, but not of a royal,

but of someone condemned a scoundrel

Remarkable that ‘twas left without a sheathe,

permitting my broken body a painful breathe

Each intake, a stab to my bleeding heart,

damning it to flutter and smart

The Dark Knight Rises. And How !

Fear gives way to Chaos and from chaos rises Hope.

In the eight years since of 'The Dark Knight', much has changed in Gotham. The Law has finally won the war with mob. Harvey Dent, Gothams White Knoght, is remembered by Harvey Dent Day. Batman hasn't been seen in years. Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) is reduced to a reclusive cripple who cant even best a petty jewel thief. 

Peace is finally here to stay in Gotham. 

Or so it seems.

Enter Bane. Gotham is shaken by its foundations. Its economy is challenged, jail broken prisoners rule its streets, its ground is literally torn apart. Bane has come to finish what others before him had started- destroy Gotham. Bane is Big, powerful, menacing and unlike the previous cinematic avatar, intelligent.

Much exhausted Batman is forced out of retirement. 

But can he match the much stronger and resourceful Bane?

Puppet

Choice. Is it really ours? 

I often hear people say that we can choose our actions and our action makes us who we are.

But I doubt if there is something called choice. I think it is an illusion. It has profound consequences, but an illusion never the less.

Our choice are never really our own. We are knowingly or unknowingly influenced by th circumstances. If the circumstances are removed, the answer to the question changes.