The Persistance of Empires

In the early morning heat Jack sat back to look out over the city of his death. He sat in disinterested anticipation of the crumbling of the tower’s walls that was sure to follow the crumbling of its’ peoples’ minds. The society had long since fell into dissipation through the typical vices that draw down most formerly great empires. There was nothing now but to wait and to watch as one by one the buildings began to crumble.

But nothing happened. There were no heralds of civic doom nor horsemen to slay the weak and aimless fools who had let their days fall into vice without resistance (At least, not literally). Jack waited, leaning forward in his seat to gaze downward out the window. Surely the men and women would begin to decay before his eyes, and the brick and mortar must dissolve back into the sands of time without virtue to maintain it! But nothing happened.

Empires persist long beyond their usefulness and are maintained even without a set of coherent goals. Things keep on going for the sake of continuation, fools breed like rabbits and have no interest in understanding why. There is an endless supply of stupid babies and greedy politicians to fuel an economy geared toward miracles and excess, hopelessness and need. Best to move into the mountains, Jack thought, away from all the ugliness of man.