This Space for Rent

Nothing beside remains.

This is the fundamental dynamic that the old order has not yet realized. We have already reached the end our leash. The old order trembles and is about to pass away, and Rome is already on the verge of its long tumultuous decline and fall. The day is not tomorrow, it is not a year from now, it is not a decade or a century from now - it is today. This is what our leaders and our populace cannot grasp. We not going to live further on borrowed time, we were already living on borruwed time and our historical debts are going to start being called due. Too long have people focused on the debt itself or on some absolute point of scarcity in oil reserves.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look upon my works ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.