The drank their tea, sweetened with the sugary sweat of black Gods in the tropics.
They drunk coffee and became enlightened of their own being and nature.
They did not see, the nature of their cruel consumption.

Great progression

Shifts in the hearts of humanity

Hundreds of years later

We build forts (lives) out of shiny consumemodities and quickly threadbare cloth.
Made by a million Chinese robots.
Faceless and nameless.
The seesaw balance of life rises in the west and sets in the east. Like a nauseating suncycle.
Where ever there is great innovation,
there is great pain.
Even in the brightest light; lingers darkness.
Until time is flipped.
And History repeats.