Holy Shit! I've landed in OZ! -OR- Past As Prologue

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Consider, if you will, the unsophisticated upheaval that has dogged civilization's long slow slog as it has transitioned from century to century. For most of the planet, the view's never changed. Through boom and bust after boom and bust, using exceptions and persistent exceptionalism, nations and nationalists have done what nations and nationalists do, while the teachers teach, we never learn.

For today's generations, fraught with certain uncertainty of indeterminate origin, squeaking by on hardwired optimism and perseverance, each day is an adventure and lesson not to be learned.

The sun is shining, the birds are signing.
For the Harold Arlen's, this is enough.

You're out of the woods
You're out of the dark
You're out of the night
Step into the sun
Step into the light

Keep straight ahead for
The most glorious place
On the face
Of the earth or the sky

Hold onto your breath
Hold onto your heart
Hold onto your hope
March up to that gate
And bid it open

Keep straight ahead for
The most glorious place
On the face
Of the earth or the sky

Hold onto your breath
Hold onto your heart
Hold onto your hope
March up to that gate
And bid it open