And yet, when all was stilled,
and Conquistador steel had stayed the obsidion Death. . .
the sun rose in the East, unbidden by the blood of men.

I wonder if the future excavators of our darkened understanding
will consider that the Lie does not die easily.

Just north of Mexico City is another, a similar set of pre-Aztec ruins still stand. Similar pyramids, similar layout, similar history.

The engineers - the smart folks who decided the way things would be built, the technocrats of their day - used whole tree trunks to build the roofs to their houses.

This was bad advice - it used more wood than splitting trees,and whole logs were less able to deal with the elements than split trees.

The increased rot necessitated increased roof replacement. Which increased the need for trees. Without the trees, the water ran down the sides of the hills rather than being absorbed into the ground, which robbed the springs of water.

The combination killed the community - they ran out of trees, and then water, and what had once been a thriving commercial capital disappeared within a generation.

The lesson of Teotihuacan lives with me to this day - destroying the trees (the product of seeds planted long ago) cuts off water (the money/resources) that feed the spring (the new capital for new ideas) that replenishes the community.

Mexico still lives, a shadow of what it could have been and a precursor to the lives we will all lead. You can't steal from the future without consequence.

Today we face a crossroads. Few deny that we are robbing the future of resources necessary to their survival. The question is whether the future can afford it. The battle has shifted.

We are not yet to the point of no return, but unless we decide to take responsibility for our own survival, our children will have no chance.

I'm thankfully in a position where the future is not an abstraction, but a responsibility. I can only hope that the narcissists of my generation will wake up to that reality before they vote away their own liberty for a promise of security that will evaporate well before they are have ceded their children's freedom.

Nicely put, Dan. Thanks.

I get it.

Your verse seems to have a livewire straight into my limbic system.

There were thirty-five bodies dumped on the streets of Boca del Rio last week. 15 heads in a sack in Juarez....

The Old Ways are back. The Old Jaguar Gods are hungry again.

The New World is a tough place. We forgot. They didn't.

--Gray

We thought that this light which shone upon a path for human civilization for a time was some natural entitlement, when it was the product of miraculous effort. So we behave like heirs to a fortune, not the men who made it.

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"I am Jaguar Paw, son of Flint Sky, and I am not afraid."

I trotted up those stairs at Chicen Itza a good 20 years ago, back when I was in really good shape. No guards or rails at the top. One misstep and it would be an ugly set of bounces down.