When the shooting began, they went to the philosopher. 'The government is killing our sons and daughters. You are the only one they'd listen to. Please help us!'
He looked at them wearily. 'No,' he sighed.
'You traitor! You coward!'
'You don't understand,' he softly replied.
Back in the darkness of his cabin he closed his eyes and listened to the gunshots in the streets, counting the death toll on his fingers.