First Page/Prologue

“Men cannot stop growing, nor can they continue making new things merely in imitation of what has been done. Each age must have its new tempo, its own plan and pattern, and must express itself soundly in the terms of that pattern and in the measure of that tempo.”

Albert H. Krehbiel
American Impressionist Painter and Muralist
Saugatuck, Michigan, 1930















It is the year 2212. The specific year doesn’t bear much relevance in this particular context, but it might; depending upon the kind of person you are. That is, if you are the kind of person that measures time with numbers. Or if you are the kind of person that even deals in time at all. Some people do and some people don’t. It simply depends on who you are and how you see it. Some people measure time by age or longevity. Some by accomplishment and achievement. There’s one story about a man who quantified the passing of time by how many occasions he had had sex. Due to his pious nature and vow of chastity he transcended time and became immortal. That’s a story people want to hear. Sex and eternal life.
But let’s get back to the point.
It is the year 2212. The governments have dissolved and the high towers have begun to crumble. People are still around though. They didn’t disappear like they thought they would. They struggled a little, but they kept on living. Things are different now. That doesn’t mean things are better or worse than they were before. That would be a very subjective conclusion best drawn by those who are fond of drawing conclusions. Objectively speaking, things are just different.
The year is 2212 and the world is about to change. Again.