Home, kind, people. Humans are social animals, and human history is the history of clans.
I've always wondered what it is we love about history. Is it what has already happened? Or the thought of what might have been, if only I could...?
When a boulder rolls down, the overwhelming tide of events will crush everyone who isn't fast enough, whether their end is tragic or heartbreaking.
When a boulder collides with an even bigger one, it shatters, while the larger boulder merely wobbles. It will be a long time before it rolls down the mountainside.
In a brief moment of respite, we look back into the distance. It turns out we've already come a long way.
