The line between creation and manipulation is ever waning, yet does it really even matter? What is true to one, can be blasphemy to another so who can truly declare right from wrong? What can we ever hope to accomplish if we never bring those copacetic thoughts to the forefront? Will we be destined to forget those that made these same mistakes so that we wouldn’t have to? Can we ever escape the constructs that have so carefully been placed around us for centuries? Those thoughts that bite as us in the night, jolting our brains into concise yet abstract thought, will they ever come to fruition? Will we continue down the path of destruction or will we rebuild atop the ruins of the past? Forging onward, is this destiny or is this fate? Is this all? Does it really matter? Does it?