The detachment. A lack of knowledge. The downfall. Humanity and all of its crossroads; myriad failures and successes gauging their marks. Brains becoming minds becoming souls. The human footprint, in each and every size, unabashedly barreling forward.

Barbary fused with science. Bubbling, festering, spewing its filth forth from cauldrons contaminated with evil sorcery. Decrying blasphemy from mountaintops and soiling the gold, corrupting the youth, drenching the illiterate in sweat. Not meant for pagan rituals.

Burning houses to the ground. Some were straw. Some were brick. Some were brick and wood. Some were just wood. POOF! the products of succession: thorns and scrub brush paint the landscapes into brown-stroked lazy passes. Nature didn't intend for this. Maybe it was divine.