Smoke.

Superman :

If I don't stop that machine over The Indian Ocean, the gravity field will continue to expand. 

Lois :

If that thing is making Earth more like Krypton, won't you be weaker around it? 

Superman :

Maybe. I'm not about to let that 

stop me from trying. 

You might want to step back a little bit. 

Maybe a little bit more.

PARIS: 

Who could do this to The Borg? 


(They cruise through the debris field.) 


JANEWAY: 

Someone more powerful than The Borg? 

It's hard to imagine. 


KIM: 

But they did it. Fifteen Cubes! 

We might've just found our ticket through Borg space. An Ally. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Scan the vicinity for other vessels. 


TUVOK: 

There are none. 


KIM: 

Hold on. I'm picking up 

some sort of bio-readings. 

They're coming from the outer hull 

of one of the Borg ships. 


JANEWAY: 

Let's see it. Magnify, Mister Kim. 


KIM: 

It's definitely organic, but our sensors can't penetrate its surface. 


JANEWAY: 

Send a standard greeting. 


TUVOK: 

No response. 


CHAKOTAY: 

This could be a space-dwelling organism or a biological weapon. 


JANEWAY: 

I'd like to know what kind of weapon 

could destroy the Borg. 

Can we beam it away from the ship? 


KIM: 

I can't get a lock on it. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Tractor beam? 


TUVOK: 

No effect. 


KIM: 

Whatever that thing is, it's 

impervious to our technology. 


JANEWAY: 

Tuvok, are you reading 

an atmosphere in the Cube? 


TUVOK: 

Affirmative. 


JANEWAY: 

Commander Chakotay, I want you to take an away team inside. 

Try to get a short range scan of the biomass. 


TUVOK: 

There are still Borg lifesigns, 

but they're unstable. 


JANEWAY: 

We'll keep an open comlink and an active Transporter lock. 

We'll pull you out of there at the first sign of trouble. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Tuvok, Harry, you're with me.

[Borg Cube]

(The metal creaks, and sparks fly. The away team are armed with phaser rifles.) 


CHAKOTAY: 

This way. 
(A pair of Borg are trying to make repairs.) 


TUVOK: 

Lower your phasers. 

If we don't appear threatening, 

they should ignore us. 


KIM: 

Looks like they're a little preoccupied. 


CHAKOTAY: 

The alien bio-readings are getting stronger. We're close. 


KIM: 

Commander. 


(Kim has found Kes' pile of Borg.) 


TUVOK: 

Curious. 


CHAKOTAY: 

That's not the word I had in mind. 


TUVOK: 

Those bodies are reminiscent 

of one of the premonitions 

Kes described. 


KIM: 

Didn't Kes say we were 

all going to die? 


CHAKOTAY: 

Let's keep moving. 


(They reach their goal.) 


CHAKOTAY: 

It looks like the bio-mass dissolved right through The Borg hull. 


TUVOK: 

This Borg is attempting 

to assimilate it. 


KIM: 

Doesn't look like he's 

having much luck. 


CHAKOTAY: 

There's a chamber beyond this opening. Forty meters wide, high concentrations of antimatter particles. It looks like a warp propulsion system of some kind. 


KIM: 

It's A Ship? 


TUVOK: 

Starfleet has encountered species 

that use organic-based vessels. 

The Breen, for example. 


CHAKOTAY: 

There doesn't seem to be 

anybody on board. 

Chakotay to Voyager. 


JANEWAY [OC]: 

Go ahead, Commander. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Captain, we've found 

an entrance to the biomass. 

We think it may be 

a ship of some kind. 

Permission to go inside.

 
JANEWAY [OC]: 

Granted. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Harry, that's a Borg distribution node. 

See if you can download their tactical database. 

It might contain a record of what happened here. 


KIM: 

Aye, sir. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Tuvok.

[Alien Bioship]

(Lots of curves in stark contrast to the Borg angles.) 


CHAKOTAY: 

They seem to be organic conduits. 

They're carrying electrodynamic fluid. 


TUVOK: 

Maybe an energy source. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Maybe. This looks like a binary matrix, 

but it's laced with neuropeptides. 

Could be their version 

of a computer core. 


(Kim hears some clanging sounds and goes to investigate, then returns to his work.) 


TUVOK: 

This damage was caused 

by a Borg disrupter beam. 

The wall appears to 

be regenerating itself. 

Commander! 


(Tuvok discovers a Borg being absorbed by the wall. Kim finishes the download, then a Borg walks past him. More clanging for Kim to investigate. On Voyager, Kes has a vision of Kim screaming.)

[Sickbay]

(Kes drops the tray she is carrying.) 


EMH: 

Kes? 


KES: 

Harry's in danger. 


EMH: 

What are you 
—

KES: 

Get them out of there. 


EMH: 

Sickbay to Janeway.

[Alien Bioship]

KIM [OC]: 

Commander!

[Borg Cube]

KIM: 

There's someone in here with us 

and it's not The Borg. 

I can't localise it but it's 

within twenty metres. 


TUVOK: 

Perhaps The Pilot has returned. 


JANEWAY [OC]: 

Voyager to away team. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Go ahead.

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: 

Stand by for transport. 

We're getting you out of there. 


CHAKOTAY [OC]: 

Good idea. 


JANEWAY: 

Energise. 


TORRES: 

I can't get a lock on them. 


JANEWAY: 

What's the problem? 


TORRES: 

It looks like bioelectric interference 

from whatever's coming 

toward them.

[Borg Cube]

CHAKOTAY: 

It's within seven metres. 

Let's get out of here!

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: 

Narrow the confinement beam. 


TORRES: 

No effect. I'm going to try a skeletal lock. 


JANEWAY: 

What? 


TORRES: 

I think I can get a clean lock 

on the minerals in their bone tissue. 

I just came up with it, 

but I think it might work.

[Borg Cube]

CHAKOTAY: 

The lifeform's five metres 

away and closing. 


KIM: 

From where? 


(The alien appears. It is bipedal, but walks like a bird, leaning forward. It turns and slashes Kim with its claws. He screams as they are beamed out.)

[Bridge]

TORRES: 

I've got them. 


JANEWAY: 

A skeletal lock, huh? 

We'll have to add that one 

to the Transporter manual. 


PARIS: 

Captain, the bioship is powering up, 

like it's charging some kind of weapon. 


(Kes is given a view of the alien. She stumbles back into Janeway's arms.) 


JANEWAY: 

Mister Paris, get us out of here. 

Maximum warp. 


(They start to move away, then get hit by an energy weapons. The ship tumbles out of control before Paris manages to crawl back to the helm and initiate warp.) 


PARIS: 

The alien ship is not pursuing. 


JANEWAY: 

Kes? 


KES: 

I could hear its thoughts. 

The Pilot of the bioship was trying to 

communicate with me. 

They're a telepathic species. 

I've been aware of them 

for some time now. 

The premonitions. 

Captain, it's not The Borg that 

we should be worried about, 

it's Them. 


JANEWAY: 

What did it say to you? 


KES: 

It said, “The Weak Will Perish.”

Captain's log, stardate 50984.3. 

It's been twelve hours since our confrontation with the alien lifeform. 

There's no sign that we're being pursued and we've had no further encounters with the Borg. 

I've decided to hold our course. 

The Northwest Passage is only one day away, 

and I won't allow fear to undermine this crew's sense of purpose, 

even if that fear is justified.

[Sickbay]

(Kim is being absorbed, just like the Borg on the bioship.) 


EMH: 

The infection is spreading. 

What began with a few stray cells 

contaminating the chest wound 

is now infusing every system 

in his body. 


JANEWAY: 

It looks like he's being transformed in some way. 


EMH: 

Not exactly. 

The alien cells are consuming 

his body from the inside out. 

In essence, Mister Kim 

is being eaten alive. 


JANEWAY: 

He's still conscious, Doctor. 


EMH: 

I tried giving him a sedative, 

but it was rejected immediately. 

In fact, every treatment I've tried has been neutralised within seconds. 

These are alien cells. 

Each one contains more than a hundred times the DNA 

of a human cell. 

It's the most densely coded lifeform 

I've ever seen. Even I would need 

years to decipher it. 


JANEWAY: 

They have an extraordinary immune response. Anything that penetrates the cell membrane, chemical, biological, technological, it's all instantly destroyed. That's why the Borg can't assimilate them. 


EMH: 

Resistance in this case 

is far from futile. 

Nevertheless, I believe Borg technology holds the key to saving Mister Kim. 


JANEWAY: 

How so? 


EMH: 

I hope to unleash an army of modified Borg nanoprobes into his bloodstream, designed to target and eradicate the infection. 

As you know, I've been analysing the nanoprobes. 

They're efficient little assimilators, one can't help but admire the workmanship. 

But they're no match for the alien cells. 

So I successfully dissected a nanoprobe and managed to access its re-coding mechanism. 

I reprogrammed the probe to emit the same electrochemical signatures as the alien cells. 

That way, the probe can do its work without being detected. Observe. 

The alien cells are completely oblivious to probe until it's too late. 

Unfortunately, I've only 

created a few prototypes. 

I'll need several days to modify enough nanoprobes 

to cure Ensign Kim. 


JANEWAY: 

Does Harry have several days? 


EMH: 

I wish I knew. 


JANEWAY: 

Fight it, Harry. 

That's an order.

[Engineering]

TORRES: 

We've analysed the Borg's tactical database. 

They refer to these new aliens 

as Species-8472. 

Scorpionism

.....what's The Name of Bilbo Baggins' Sword..?

 

Borg vs. Species 8472

 

Scene from Star Trek Voyager episode "Scorpion : Part II".

The Borg are losing the Battle against Species 8472.  

Desperate for Survival, they take Voyager 

into Fluidic Space to fight them in their own realm.

This "super" man is nothing of the kind. 

I've discovered his weakness —He cares. 

He actually cares for these Earth people. Like pets? I suppose so. Sentimental idiot.

Our Survival is Your Survival

Alliance with The Borg

[Bridge]

TUVOK: 

There are three planets in this system. Inhabitants, all Borg. 

A vessel is approaching.

JANEWAY: 

All stop. Shields up.

TUVOK: 

They're hailing us.

JANEWAY: 

Open a channel.

BORG [OC]: 

We are the Borg. 

You will be assimilated. 

Resistance is futile.

TUVOK: 

They've locked onto us with a tractor beam.

JANEWAY: 

Borg vessel, This is Captain Janeway 

of The Starship Voyager —

I have Tactical Information 

about Species-8472. 

I want to negotiate.

BORG [OC]: 

Negotiation is irrelevant. 

You will be assimilated.

JANEWAY: 

Borg vessel. What you're receiving is a sample of the knowledge we possess. 

If you don't disengage your tractor beam immediately, 

I will have that data destroyed. 

You have ten seconds 

to comply. 

We know you're in danger 

of being defeated. 

You can't afford to risk 

losing this information. 

Disengage your tractor —

(Janeway is beamed away.)

[Borg Cube]

BORG [OC]: 

State your demands.

JANEWAY: 

I want safe passage 

through your space. 

Once my ship is 

beyond Borg territory, 

I'll give you our research.

BORG [OC]: 

Unacceptable. Our Space is vast. 

Your passage would 

require too much time. 

We need the technology now.

JANEWAY: 

If I give it to you now, 

you'll assimilate us.

BORG [OC]: 

Species-8472 must be stopped. 

Our survival is your survival. 

Give us the technology.

JANEWAY: 

No. Safe Passage first, 

or No Deal.

BORG [OC]: 

State your proposal.

JANEWAY: 

Let's work together, 

combine our resources. 

Even if we do give you 

the technology now, 

you're still going to need 

time to develop it. 

By working together, 

we can create a weapon more quickly. 

If you escort us through your space 

we can perfect the weapon as we —

Ride The Scorpion’s Back

“There's a story I heard as a child, a parable, and I never forgot it --

A Scorpion was walking along the bank of a river, wondering how to get to the other side. 

Suddenly he saw A Fox. 

He asked The Fox to take him on his back across The River. The Fox said, “No. If I do that you'll sting me, and I'll drown.”

The Scorpion assured him, “If I did that, we'd both drown.”

So The Fox thought about it and finally agreed. So The Scorpion climbed up on his back, and The Fox began to swim. 

But halfway across The River, The Scorpion stung him. As The Poison filled his veins, The Fox turned to The Scorpion and said “WHY did you DO that? Now you'll drown too.”

“I couldn't help it,” said The Scorpion. “It's My Nature.”

CHAKOTAY: 

I'm going to end This Alliance Here and Now. 

We're going to drop The Borg off 

on the next uninhabited planet, 

give them the nanoprobes 

and take our chances alone. 

They can wait for a Borg ship to pick 

Them up and finish The Weapon. 

I'm in command now and I have to do what I think is best for This Crew. 

Tom, I want you to scan for the nearest uninhabited planet and set a course. 


PARIS: 

Aye, sir. 


TUVOK: 

I must caution you, Commander. 

The Borg may not go quietly.


CHAKOTAY: 

We'll see. Bring that female drone 

to the Ready room. Dismissed.

[Ready room]

CHAKOTAY: 

Once we've beamed you to the surface, 

we'll send down the nanoprobes 

and all our research.


SEVEN: 

Unacceptable. 

We don't have time for 
—

CHAKOTAY: 

This isn't open for discussion. 

I'm not turning This Ship around. 

You're getting What You Wanted. 

I suggest we part ways amicably.


SEVEN: 

There is another option. 

We could assimilate your vessel.


CHAKOTAY: 

If a single drone steps one millimetre out of that Cargo Bay, 

I'll decompress the entire deck. 

You won't pose much of A Threat floating in Space.


SEVEN: 

When Your Captain first approached Us, 

We suspected that an agreement 

with humans would prove 

impossible to maintain. 

You are erratic, conflicted, disorganised. 

Every decision is debated, every action questioned.

Every individual entitled to 

their own small opinion. 

You lack harmony, cohesion, greatness. 

It will be your undoing.


CHAKOTAY: 

Escort our guest back to the Cargo Bay.

[Sickbay]

(Chakotay briefs his comatose Captain.) 


CHAKOTAY: 

Well, I've made My Decision. 

If it were only a matter of going against the orders of my superior officer. 

You're more than just my Captain. 

You're my friend. 

I hope you'll understand.

[Cargo Bay Two]

BORG [OC]: 

Species 8472 has penetrated Matrix zero one zero, grid nineteen. 

Eight planets destroyed. 

Three hundred twelve vessels disabled. 

Four million, six hundred twenty one Borg eliminated. 

We must seize control of the Alpha Quadrant vessel, 

and take it into the alien realm. 


SEVEN: 

We understand. 


(Seven enters a Jefferies tube.)

[Bridge]

PARIS: 

Class H moon. 

Oxygen-argon atmosphere.


CHAKOTAY: 

It'll do. Take us out of warp 

and enter orbit.


PARIS: 

Aye, sir.


CHAKOTAY: 

Tuvok. Stand by to transport the Borg directly from the Cargo Bay. 

After they're on the surface, have security run a sweep of 
—

KIM: 

I'm reading power fluctuations in the deflector array.


CHAKOTAY: 

Cause?


KIM: 

It looks like The Borg 

have accessed deflector control. 

They're trying to realign the emitters.


CHAKOTAY: 

Shut them out.
KIM: They've bypassed security protocols.
(A green beam is emitted from the deflector dish.) 


TORRES: 

We're emitting a resonant graviton beam. 

It's creating another singularity.


CHAKOTAY: 

Reverse course.


PARIS: 

We're fighting intense gravimetric distortion. 

I can't break free. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Bridge to Cargo Bay Two : 

Stop what you're doing, 

or I'll depressurise that deck and blow you out into Space. 

This is your final warning. 

Do it! 


(Borg drones are expelled from Voyager. Seven manages to hang on in the Jefferies tube.) 


TUVOK: 

Decompression cycle complete.


KIM: 

I still don't have deflector control.


TUVOK: 

Commander, A Single Borg 

has Survived.


PARIS: 

We're being pulled in!
CHAKOTAY: Report.
TUVOK: We appear to have crossed an interdimensional rift.


PARIS: 

We've definitely left Our Galaxy. 

No stars, no planets.


CHAKOTAY: 

Let's see.


(The viewscreen shows a murky brown green expanse.) 


TORRES: 

I'm re-calibrating sensors. 

The entire region is filled with some kind of organic fluid. 

This isn't Space. It's matter.


SEVEN : 

Commander Chakotay. 

We have entered 

The Domain of Species 8472. 

Report to the Cargo Bay.


CHAKOTAY: 

Paris, repressurise Cargo Bay two. Tuvok.

[Cargo Bay Two]

SEVEN: 

Our entry into fluidic space has created a compression wave. 

They know We're Here. 

A fleet of bioships is already converging on our position. 

Time to intercept, three hours, 

seventeen minutes.


CHAKOTAY: 

You've been here before. 

How else could you know about fluidic space?


SEVEN: 

We must prepare This Ship for The Altercation. 

We will construct a complement 

of biomolecular warheads. 


CHAKOTAY: 

Why? Why were you here? 

You started This War, didn't you? 

What's the matter, Our Galaxy 

wasn't big enough for you? 

You had to conquer new territory? 

But this race fought back. 

A species as malevolent as your own.


SEVEN: 

Species 8472 was more resistant than we anticipated. 

Their technology is biogenically engineered. 

It is Superior to that of 

all species we have previously encountered.


TUVOK: 

Which is precisely what you wanted.


SEVEN: 

They are The Apex 

of Biological Evolution. 

Their assimilation would have greatly added to 

Our Own Perfection. 


TUVOK: 

So instead of assimilating these aliens you opened a door for them to our galaxy. 


SEVEN: 

There is only one course of action. 

Destroy Them first. 

My subspace link to The Collective 

has been weakened by 

the interdimensional rift. 

We cannot signal for help. 

We are alone. 

We must construct a compliment of biomolecular warheads and modify your weapons to launch them.


CHAKOTAY: 

I've got a better idea. 

Why don't you open that rift again 

and take us back?

SEVEN: 

If I did that, you will 

no longer cooperate.

EPITASIS

In classical drama, the epitasis (Ancient Greek: ἐπίτασις) is the main action of a play, in which the trials and tribulations of the main character increase and build toward a climax and dénouement. 

It is the third and central part when a play is analyzed into five separate parts: prelude, protasis, epitasis, catastasis and catastrophe.

In modern dramatic theory, the dramatic arc is often referred to, which uses somewhat different divisions but is substantially the same concept overall.

“Victory? Victory, you say? Begun, This Clone War has.”

“The Son of Skywalker must not become a Jedi.”

“He Will Join Us, or Die.”

I have dreamed a dream, 

and now that dream has gone from me.

I know it was you, Fredo. 

You broke my heart. 

You broke my heart!

This guy don't just want to win, you know. 

He wants to bury you, he wants to humiliate you, he wants to prove to the whole world that you was nothing but some kind of a... a freak the first time out.

Vision: 

You're afraid.

Ultron: 

Of you?

Vision: 

Of Death. 

You're the last one.

Ultron: 

You were supposed to be the last. 

Stark asked for a savior, and settled for a slave.

Vision: 

I suppose we're both disappointments. 

[Ultron chuckles]

Ultron: 

I suppose we are.

Vision: 

Humans are odd. 

They think Order and Chaos are somehow opposites, and try to control what won't be. 

But there is Grace in their failings. 

I think you missed that.

Ultron: 

They're doomed.

Vision:

Yes. 

But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts.

It's a privilege to be among them.

Ultron: 

You're unbearably naive.

Vision: 

Well - I was born yesterday. 

Father? 

If you can hear me, I failed. 

I failed you, I failed myself, and... and all humanity. 

I traded my birthright for a life submission in a world that's ruled by your enemies. 

There's nobody left to help them now... the people of the world... not since I... FATHER!!

It’s my fault. 

The whole thing is my fault. 

If I hadn't bought that damn book, none of this would have ever happened!

Doc: 

Well, it's all in the past.

Marty: 

You mean the future.

Doc: 

Whatever!

Betrayer - The Princess of Lies

"So I want to start with a story from the Old Testament. 

There’s a scene in the Old Testament when the ancient Hebrews are moving the Ark of the Covenant. The Ark of the Covenant was a device that was manufactured in order to contain the word of God. And there was a rule among the ancient Hebrews which was 

“You are not to touch the Ark of the Covenant. 

No matter what.” 

And from the Bible (King James Version):

1 Samuel 6:19: 

And he smote the men of Bethshemesh, because they had looked into the ark of the Lord, even he smote of the people fifty thousand and threescore and ten men...

2 Samuel 6:6-7 

And when they came to Nachon's threshingfloor, Uzzah put forth his hand to the ark of God, and took hold of it; for the oxen shook it. And the anger of the Lord was kindled against Uzzah; and God smote him there for his error; and there he died by the ark of God.

And there’s a story in the Old Testament where the bearers of the Ark of the Covenant (they used to carry it), the bearers of the Ark of the Covenant trip and a man reaches out to steady it and when he touches it, God strikes him dead. And modern people look at a story like that and the first thing they think is “That seems a little bit harsh on the part of God given that the man was attempting to do something that he believed was good.” But what the story was designed to indicate, in my opinion, is that there are certain things that you touch at your peril, regardless of your intentions. And those things that you touch at your peril, regardless of your intentions, most cultures regard as sacred, as untouchable.

I want to make a case for you today that those things exist and also why they exist and why it’s necessary for you to know that they exist. I would also say that if you’re properly educated in a university, especially with regards to the humanities (which are in some conceptual trouble at the moment), what essentially happens to you is that you are introduced in a relatively secular way to the concept of the sacred. You are here, in the university, to learn about the eternal values of humankind.  

And I think that people who tell you that those values do not exist or that they’re endlessly debatable, do you an unbelievable disservice."

Do Not Ever Allow Yourself Ever to Forget -

As of/Since 2012,

The Human Race,
Nature, and Everything in It,

Mother Earth Herself

Have Swiftly but Firmly Become Engergetically Aligned  in Such a Way as to Be Now Tied or Skewed to Favouur a Female-First, Women on Top (so to speak) order of reality, at least on Earth,at part to the natural 3200 cycke of the Procession of the Equinoxes as a consequence of Axial Precssion

You only need look around you to see that this is now True: -

There are imagines and pictures (not to mention, filmed fucking) of women all over the place now, whereever you look and it eery directions - they now blanket almost the entire suface of the Earth, regardless of where or not you are actually abel to see them, they're there, filling the very air  itself with digitally encoded picrures of the women that we like - anywhere there is WiFI, or 4G, ant where under a satellite,

We have encircled the Earth with the eternal repetition of Stories. Fuelled by Buttfucking.

Collapse : Before The Fall

" Hence a certain tension between religion and society marks the higher stages of every civilization. "

Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha.

The Charm of Breaking AND Making, an incantation repeatedly uttered by both Merlin and Morgana, is in an Old Gaelic dialect that translates to :

"Serpent's Breath, Charm of Death and Life, Thy Omen of [Re-]Making."

• You Will Be The Land, and The Land Will Be You. 

• If You Fail, The Land Will Perish; 

• As You Thrive, The Land Will Blossom.

"My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. 

• If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it, and 

• If I could save it by freeing all the slaves I would do it; and 

• If I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. "

Yours, A. Lincoln

Executive Mansion,
Washington, August 22, 1862.

"Hence a certain tension between religion and society marks the higher stages of every civilization. 

Religion begins by offering magical aid to harassed and bewildered men; 

It culminates by giving to a people that unity of morals and belief which seems so favorable to statesmanship and art; 

It ends by fighting suicidally in the Lost Cause of the past. 

For as knowledge grows or alters continually, it clashes with mythology and theology, which change with geological leisureliness. 

Priestly control of arts and letters is then felt as a galling shackle or hateful barrier, and intellectual history takes on the character of a "conflict between science and religion." 

Institutions which were at first in the hands of the clergy, like law and punishment, education and morals, marriage and divorce, tend to escape from ecclesiastical control, and become secular, perhaps profane. 

"We had a Deal, a Deal is a Promise and a Promise is Sacred."

The intellectual classes abandon the ancient theology and—after some hesitation—the moral code allied with it; literature and philosophy become anticlerical. 

The movement of liberation rises to an exuberant worship of reason, and falls to a paralyzing disillusionment with every dogma and every idea. 

Conduct, deprived of its religious supports, deteriorates into epicurean chaos; and life itself, shorn of consoling faith, becomes a burden alike to conscious poverty and to weary wealth. 

In the end, a society and its religion tend to fall together, like body and soul, in a harmonious death. 

Meanwhile among the oppressed another myth arises, gives new form to human hope, new courage to human effort, and after centuries of chaos builds another civilization."