Nations in turmoil, war drags us backwards. One ideology cannot live with another. Blood is shed in order to make a point, famine rages across the land as the helpless and hopeless die. In the throws of birth, the old age passes and the new one comes. From darkness comes enlightenment and a hope for a better tomorrow. As we crawl forward fighting for every inch of ground, time waits for no one as the old struggles give way to the new . In an age to come what will we find, the only thing that is certain is that all things are uncertain. The hope will be in our children, that the old relics of the past will fade and that they will inherit a better sense of self than we hold. In this knowledge may flourish and leave the hatred and malice of the last age behind, giving birth to a better tomorrow than the one before. This must be the outcome if we truly hope to survive.