i had one of those age of miracles dreams. oh, i can't remember. this is the age of lament. we've killed a lot of our fellow creatures. laid waste the earth. the miracle is our scorched earth approach to life hasn't ended life completely. we keep on laying waste and speaking of progress. we keep winning the war that would end us. we keep producing the next generation of weapons and the next generation of revolutionary children that we dream will wake us up.