Paenitentia, Solitudo et Silentium
"The universe contracted; at its exact geometric center floated that sandy tidbit of dark bread and pale cheese.*"
While Fukuyama lauded "the End of History", it should be obvious to anyone who turn stones upside down to seek cool sand in a furnaced desert, that history never ends, appears cyclical though it evolves from single cells to monkeys and humans who resent their unfinished nature in search of blessed documents.