God’s hand molded him from the clay of the resident animalistic apes, into the conglomerate of conscious races that we now see today. He fired him under the sun as the clay is fired in the kiln, until his skin turned brown and retained a shiny, glowing tint. He blew free will into him and he inflated like blown glass, blown full of ambitions, fears, emotions, and devotions. This was the condition of the one who will eventually destroy the world, a mere product of Mother Nature and a dependent of her sweet nectar. Great migrations have diminished the cohesion of these beings; as their pigments began to evolve, so did the tracks on which their states of mind revolved. A struggle of races soon erupted, meaning soon in the sphere of God’s perception, in which every race was pitted against the other in both actions and intentions. Whether verbally or physically, great battles have been waged for the survival of the race while the survival for the species has been given second place. A reversal of reality needs to be attained in this perilous day and age; maybe a return to the way things began is the only way. Let’s return to the birth of reason and responsibility, to the genesis of wit and wisdom, when God had us primed with the seeds of community and true civilization. The contemporary definition of civilization is quite flawed and often misunderstood, for it is not how much technology that’s been created or the amount of wealth that has been accumulated, but it’s rather the ideal drive for human collectivity and collaboration that God first formulated.