Breaking Glass

Our modern skyscrapers are constructed with glass.  This provides the illusion that the buildings are not actually a cage, but a window to something better.

When the buildings fall, the glass will remain, but broken into millions of colored shards.

The future inhabitants will pick up the glass, and tell stories of the past.  Children will be cautioned to shun the glass, as if history will cut them and draw blood.

But the old wise men and women of the tribe will recount stories of the glass and how it came to be and how it was shattered.

The stories will describe a strange tribe of people that at one time populated the entire globe.  The tribe was ruled by an invisible few called the Watchers.   The Watchers were unknown to the rest of the tribe.  But their tentacles controlled every part of the tribe's existence.  During the daylight hours, the Watchers commanded the tribe to work in gigantic buildings made of glass.   The tribe worked long hours on every labor under the sun.  And through their labors, the Watchers became immensely wealthy.

But, as the stories go, with immense wealth comes greed and jealousy.   Though the Watchers had enough wealth to support themselves and their decedents for thousands of years, it was not enough and paled in comparison to some Watchers who had amassed even more wealth.   A war of sorts broke out between different factions of Watchers and billions were killed.   The fabulous glass cities which at one time spread out as far as the eye could see were decimated and both the Watchers and the rest of the tribe perished.

Listen to me my daughters, if the buildings of glass are ever constructed again, it is best to avoid them.   Toil not inside these constructs lest ye become prey to the endless karma of the Watchers.