Wadjets set forth upon mystic symbols floating nondiscreet boxes in field.
Ancient forgotten wars marked in Vedas.
Hopi's speaking to the ancestors vision quest in the dream time.
Green uranium glass set in lands made deserts and the red irons of they eye of mars above.
Still, we pretend we are sleeping.
We once had a time when there was no poverty when if you needed shelter it was given to you when we lived in peaceable kingdoms that reigned for millennia, and maybe amongst the stars much greater times have folded in the eternal hours.
We can have it again if other life in it's variegated forms was important as our own.
It is the key of peace.