Light

What is seen, is that our geniuses have been forsaken
And intellects which are inferior are trying to piece together
The tapestry of our design.
So, not grasping fully the principles of the past
We move forward, trying to alter them.
Yet, the truths aren't understood
Therefore, we abridge them and distort them
To a point where the grand serenity of our Golden Ages
Is forgotten, and it soon follows that men grow less wise as years pass on.