Legacy and lore, which whats left behind, failures and misdeeds. Monuments to abysmal wreckage. Distain for the promises we whispered unto our cherished posterity, greed and apathy lie bare. Salting the land. Poisoning the sea. To our eventual surrender. Time is rarely kind.
After distant societal collapse there were yet fields to sow and fauna to pursue. Will there be anything left worth to inherit for those we leave behind or will our legacy be extinction?
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said:
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert . . .
Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that its sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, the hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare. The lone and level sands stretch far away.
One set works within a system that they have set up to benefit only themselves.
The other works outside that system either for themselves or a separate collective. Working outside the measured control system is a direct threat to the profits the beneficiaries of that system.
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https://czep.net/weblog/52cards.html
I was fascinated for a couple years, back when flash player was coming to an end. I built a deck of cards in AS3 with the original goal of a simple single player blackjack. This was introductory research I came across that has held a fascination for me ever since.
The guy with the hat.