Day follows day and I see the infrastructure of the passing age being reduced to compost. Day by day, I see a multitude of examples of Mr. Apocalypse, turning over the covering appearances and revealing what lies beneath. Day by day, I watch the opportunists, who ALWAYS appear in times of disturbance to see what it might profit them. Screaming lunatics abound, as both Fear and Madness intensify, and Pan's pipes can be widely heard, even if it bears no resemblance to the sound one might expect. Few of us knowing who they are anymore, accounts for a rising hysteria in the masses pressed together in urban confinements. The links below reflect this, and for every example given, there are many, many, many, many, many more.
I am often reminded of the lines from “A Tale of Two Cities”, “it was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” This is because it is how it seems to me. For the few in their cloistered towers, where everything can be sent out for, and where private flights are contracted for their pocket change, it couldn't be more splendid. For the huddled masses, it is a protracted agony of uncertainty. What new horror may still emerge from the industries and intentions of The Few?
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