SingularityFate

Alas, here one might observe a microscopic equivalence of the ancient ruins of a once marvelous and radiant civilization, when, juxtaposed against its successors, overshadows it and fills the mind with wonder...O, what greatness may have been achieved were it not for its decay and its conquerors? Indeed, what bittersweet sentiments overtake me as I look upon these vestiges. It is as though I'm admiring the Parthenon, a structure built for the sake of beauty and glory, whilst trying but ultimately failing to ignore the cheap, disposable capitalism of the McDonald's across the street and the nearby slums of Athens which have replaced it; and, at long last, retiring to my hotel room with a gyro in my hand to brood and reflect in a state of utter frustration. Why would they think they are too good for that now, even though it's incredibly obvious that that is not the case even to my weary jet-lagged eyes? But alas, the current rulers are nothing more than hylics who see nothing valuable in preserving the flame of the old ways. And thus, after wallowing in pity and fruitlessly fantasizing about reanimating a pile of ashes into the great fire it once was, it is necessary to realize that striking up a new match for oneself is the only way to carry on through darker times.