There are still rebels left on this earth. A miracle to be sure, when considering how oppressive civilization’s tyranny is today, how thorough human existence are managed and micro-managed. There will always be mutants, a friend told me, and I had something of an epiphany. I realized with a start, not only that he was right, but how right he actually was, to what extent he was right.    Even in a place where all hope has fled, there will be those few, those proud refusing to surrender.    Life grows in the most inhospitable of places. It grows on rock, in only the most miniscule scraps of soil. Nothing can keep it at bay.