Rest assured. The world will turn, as we all remark about the degradation of it all. A trifle indignation, propelled by the unintended vision of man, we glean into parts of the world, never really understanding fully.
We are ship of fools, floating endlessly, generation after next, in open waters of questions and inquiries. Only the words of answers will appear, after the effects of hard work and when time is close to ending. That is the time of no return; a time when we always realize our mortality and the utter irrelevance of our pro-ported powers.
Prolong, not. For it will be fulfilled.