It is the inescapable nature of things to shift; sometimes toward the light of progress, sometimes into the embrace of decay. Not all that is ancient is sacred, nor is every novelty a blessing. Human nature is caught in the friction between these two poles, struggling against the tide in one moment, and surrendering to the current the next.
Like a ship on a storm so human progress is to go.
No one is exempt from the slow, grinding ravel of time. If even the mountains eventually submit to the wind and the rain, how could a human creation be so arrogant as to claim itself an exception?
Most of the changes that had swept through Yarzat like a wildfire were sparked by its Prince. He was a man who knew no peace in the old ways and found no respite in the new. He possessed a restless mind: if a system failed, he cut it out; if it functioned, he either honed it to a razor's edge or left it as it was.
