They are creatures who employ 2 dimensional thought in an emerging 3 dimensional discourse. They are dying and through their fear they are clutching their wayward convictions in insane desperation.
It is up to the youth to embark on the unsavory task of prying the old tyrants' cold dead fingers off of what was once theirs.
It is all slipping through their fingers and though they can tighten their grasp, it grows old and cold and weak. The question is: do we have the stomach to touch the dead? Will we have to touch at all? Or can we let it fade? Hard to say.
Free enterprise? Free markets? No men are free when all men are completely free. Power has a tendency to collect and crystallize and then you have an oligarchy all over again.
The bully makes friends with the other bullies and soon you have asymmetric power relations...all over again.
The rich get richer and as the system grows more top heavy we see social strife, infrastructure rot, insanity, the struggle of the damned to collect the table scraps, a macabre procession of warring men reduced to animals...fighting for illusory salvation in the name of civilization.
The past has past because it is past. And now is the first step to the next.
Can we save it? Or must we let it fall?
