I see the obelisks rising. The sun at horizon ascending.Grandeur has 
descended again to ennoble this hive.To temper,tutor and shape this 
rough hewned era into a golden age.

This time of ours ,far more advanced than the time of its precursors.
Alas... base of mind ,irreverent of wisdom ,contumelious of archived
wealth of learning,ignorant of eloquence ,alien to rhetoric.

Children of urban steely grey.Patrons of ghastly lights and thunderous 
amusements .They who delight in the indulgence of sensory inundation.
Pin drop tranquility comes only when power cables fail.

The ancient glory has returned .Fear not my bewildered comrade.Fear 
not.Rejoice,'tis not Armageddon or Dies Irae but Renaissance where a 
world led astray is led back to its destined orbit.

Lessons from fallen empires .The ancients have learned their 
lessons.They are resurrected .They shan't succumb to past follies 
or descend into the decay of the present .Instead nip all baseness at 
their fount.Bad seeds shrivel before sustenance reach them.

Picture this .The power and convenience of the present merged with glory 
of past eras.Where there are discrepancies and contradictions 
sapient counsel shall allay those all too human fears.

A grander Parthenon.A sturdier Colosseum .Enduring gardens of botany .
Depositories of learning ,more comprehensive than touted Alexandria 
which was consumed by fire and lost to the blaze.

Where peace governs with reason, no petty differences shall mar 
proceedings or prolong unnecessary disputes.Not thinkers who are led by 
mysticism .In place , souls at peace with all and themselves.

The sun eases to meridian .The obelisks loom larger.Our time and age
changes for the better.