It only takes a single voice to break the silence, a lonely spark to ignite the fire and one powerful idea to change the world.
The cave people knew this.
They told their stories through their artwork on so many barren cave walls. Later, in the middle ages great paintings were to bubble up as if by elfin magic, each depicting an important event… a stolen kiss or the rise and fall of an important city, or perhaps just some ancient love lost.
The ideas were to be written down, and so they would not be forgotten. The colorful images that can somehow still play out before us, even though ages have passed. A forest defined quite nicely by the trees.
And what is to become of our age?
What can be saved and yet still contain any value, that can not be deleted when the electricity goes out?
I fear we’ve crossed over that dangerous bridge into the most plastic of times. Websites will rise and fall, much faster than Rome ever did.
And yet, hope demands that… it only takes a single voice to break the silence, a lonely spark to ignite the fire and one powerful idea to change the world.
-I am Crandew