Adoration is a sign of an infant civilization.

Poets write beautiful words to describe
savagery-wrapped civilization nowadays.

When we were on trees, others had lived in skies.
When we reach skies, descendant of primitives will someday convey this message.

It is a science fact that some animals do dream.
It'll someday lead them to places better than zoo.

If the ruler of this world really believes that earth's history repeats itself again and again, then I understand why the truth about prehuman civilizations are kept secret so tight.

Every man becomes the image of the God he adores.
He whose worship is directed to a dead thing becomes dead.
He who loves corruption rots.
He who loves a shadow becomes, himself, a shadow.
He who loves things that must perish lives in dread of their perishing.