There is never the straight line which all would like to see.
No path which comes to set foot upon and move toward a way, a glorious future.
For all things happen in spirals which spur only ever downward from the first great times.
They are spirals made by the most dishonorable people and folk.
Spirals made to benefit few and subject the rest to revised history and servitude.
Of all the things most painfully evident, it is that all things end the same.
No matter now how promising a future, one can always see it happen.
As one writes for the past and see into the future, only the characters and locations change.