After Rome burns build legends After Byzantium falls plant seeds After Xi'an is looted clear the rubble After Timbuktu is deserted offer poetry After each city becomes a mausoleum reflect on greatness After this civilization succumbs to dust stay above fear – More worlds exist than we will ever count The waves that we call "life" continually vanish & reappear

Jules:	Is this optimistic err pessimistic?
Philyra:	Curiously both.
Jules:	What kind ah logic 's that?
Andrei:	Logic? Isn't that just a rhetorical tool fer winning arguments?
Philyra:	Many relativists have claimed that.
Ellesha:	Isn't there some higher order meta-logic with a pure mathematical beauty?
Philyra:	That would be a beautiful myth . . .
Jules:	What strange things are human dreams!

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