##### Or, A Brief Manifesto Against the Apocalypse of Whimpers We can be creatures of the forest, if we like. But the moment we reject this option, we become creatures of the heaven-piercing tower, denizens of the livable megastructure, creators of a thousand Colossus-rivals. And when we fail to live up to this, we turn inward and become small. We decorate tiny boxes in tiny buildings, and remark upon the importance of minimalism. We stop going outside because nothing inspires us there. We aren't in the forest anymore - we paved over the creation of God and replaced it with something half-cocked and unprepared to fill the slot we desperately need occupied; without divine inspiration, without creation that rivals the original, we feel like nothing. And so we take ever more tractable projects, ever more "achievable" public infrastructure plans, ever smaller statues. We blast our eyes with blinding light in an attempt to salve a depression that is certainly seasonal... A pain that certainly goes away when it becomes warmer - certainly, certainly. No, it is not just easier to mask in the noise of the summer - it is gone! Burned away! Gone, of course, due to the sun, a sun we can replace with a product that arrives for $19.99 with no extra cost for overnight shipping. But we know, in our heart of hearts, that what we thought was a cure was simply an overly-illuminated gauze made of navel-gazing. A bandage that treats the furthest downstream symptom of a systemic disease. It is a disease of partially intentional amnesia. We have forgotten what was underneath the pavement to begin with. We have forgotten the forest and the glades and the Garden of Eden and given ourselves a mundane form of zoo-psychosis. But, this is a temporary place to live. It cannot be sustained. We are creatures of the aesthetic frontier and we will build something enormous and beautiful if it kills us. And it might! There may very well be wars fought to stop our kind from building living monuments to the human entelechy. The fate of our collective spirit rests upon these wars being won. I have faith that we can succeed. That we can defeat the constraints placed upon us by the small-minded regulators and their billion dollar effigies to the patron saints of stagnation. I know we can create a world that inspires us to achieve our full potential. It will be hard, but it is one of the few things worth doing.