Things corrupt the minds of people. Ideologies fight to hold on to power. The one constant is time, it moves onward and does not stop for anyone. The shattered paradigms of the old ways litter the pathways of history. Those who fought to keep their way of thinking alive litter the tombs of forgotten of failed crusades. Truth will always win out over a lie. Progress, real progress will not be suppressed forever. Age takes away the original progenitors of a movement and a thing splinters and cracks under the weight of it's own internal conflict. Though progress is slow, it will leave ruins behind and overgrow hatred. What is left is the truth, a shining light that becomes a beacon to others who will follow it and not rest on old fears and misunderstandings that have not worked nor ever will.