Byron: We barely even scavenge anymore.
Alcatraz: You call it stagnation, I call it balance.
Byron: And I call you an idiot.

I walk in the garden without fear,
As stars swirl across the sky
And I stand amongst the tall lilies
Who lift their faces to the passing eons.
Here I will do no harm
And no harm will come to me
For at last my long journey is over
And I am at home.

You may linger in my gartden for as long as you wish; but remember, my child, that the new world awaits you, and this place is only a dream.

Collective action can change the world when it's deliberate and based in reason, but it can also become a mental trap, or a societal pressure valve.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.