Everything changes and we are changed by every change. We're almost beyond recognition, but not without precedent. The rulers who rule without rules say it's okay to build towers in the park, and endless war is okay, and genocide. Everything is okay if money is made. The little ghost people who love the rulers can be seen looking down from ominous windows at other ghost people on the ground as they might see themselves, from a great squat heavenly tower, parked in a privatized carceral paradise, unaware of their status as ghosts in life.