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 civilizations succumb to dust rest above fear – More worlds exist than we can count The waves we call "life" continually vanishes & reappears

Jules:	Is this optimistic err pessimistic?
Philyra:	Kuriously both.
Jules:	Whad kin'na logic 's that?
Andrei:	Logic? Isn't that jest a rhetorical tool fer winning arguments?
Philyra:	Many have claimed so.
Elijah:	Isn't there a higher order with pure mathematical beauty?
Philyra:	What an enchanting myth!
Soo:	Aye, strange things argh human dreams . . .

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