But those are now being twisted by the same crumbling foundations.

In the past temples would clash, smash, grind, and survive. Their surfaces repaired. Edifices refreshed. Cracks in foundations repaired.

So you think your temple can stand this clash. Fool. Do you not see the scale? How you grind against every temple. Always.

Your foundations are already damaged beyond repair.

You need to flee your temples. Endure the harsh chaos of the world unconstrained. Suffer the weather of life without the comforts of the past. Meet and mingle with the other temples residents.

Work together to tear down all your temples. Rip up your foundations. Build them up anew. New temples. On foundations built to withstand these grinding new times. Or sharing a common foundation so they clash no more, for a time.

You won't. You flee to smaller temples within your great temple.

They will be crushed when the great temple falls. They are not safe.

It's understandable. Chaos is terrifying. Suffering distasteful.

But what you love will be lost.

Fools.

Beautiful wise fools.

the order

the structure

we build it.

those who came before us built it.

they wrote it

in ink

in blood

in love

in hatred

they wrote and carved and built temples called tradition.

and as all things do, with time, those temples crumbled. their facades rotted. flaked. fell away. were patched up. cleaned. maintained.

but so little attention is paid to the foundations

for centuries these temples have been colliding. smashing into each other over and over. great chunks of plaster, vast splinters of wood, raining down, embedding in one another.

patched up. repaired. repainted. integrated.

but the foundations are smashing one another too.

they're crumbling.

the chaos of life is peeking through the crumbling foundations. The temples are swaying. Twisting.

the love of prosperity has become the desperate need to get yours fuck everyone else

faiths are finding themselves turning to hatred and xenophobia in the places they holds sway. it's bleeding out to poison the faithful in other lands.

the whole world beats drums of war while they cry and beg for relief

because the foundations of the temples are cracked and crumbling

and they keep smashing

keep breaking

keep twisting

horrific mockeries of what they one were. what they never can be again.

the temples needs to be torn down

the foundations need to be re-lain

the temples need to be rebuilt

but the people refuse to vacate their temples. when they collapse so many will perish.