Civilization. I'm not entirely sure what that word means once all connotations are included, and the way our culture's shaping up, I'm fairly confident there's little risk our descendants will be exposed to it. Our lives are increasingly filled with strangers, our daily interactions more brusque than civil. Faceless malls and large retail chains have replaced the local grocer. The tailor is buried under the weight of corporate clothing conglomerates and their marketing budgets. The cable guy is learning that DTH means death to him. People forsaking the musty romance of a room full of books for the cold logic of the online discount. There is selfishness in our homes and hearts. There's meanness in our streets. Scowls on faces.
The masters of the written word may be dead and gone, the age of quiet contemplation having ended. This is the time for a different sort of epic. Written by everyone, read by no one. One final saga that will last to the end of days - Our greatest tragedy... the loss of humanity.
Goodnight, my friend. Sleep now and hope that the sun when it rises, together with the darkness, these thoughts will take.
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