The saddest day of human history has yet to be realized.

We crave the belief that the worst of it is behind us.

But still we trample our way forward, consuming as we go.

Unchanging and unwilling.

Allowing the control and manipulation we object to, penetrate our lives.

Slowly we burn, spending centuries unhappy.

We are the creators, and all we made were monsters.

The day this is realized, that will be the saddest day.