You read all the literature from the early 20th century and you feel like they knew the wars were coming, right? But their writing still didn’t stop the wars from happening. It was too late and the writers knew it. The ax was already in motion and gravity was taking over.
So my question is; why continue to write? Who were they writing for? What was so urgent?
There’s the argument that the writer is trying to play God. If there wasn’t a hunger for their work...they wouldn’t be in such wide circulation, yes?
There’s a code. And some people know the code. They are the ones who keep finding books, movies, and people by accident that seem to be pointing them in the right direction. And find themselves in circles they don’t belong and keep hearing things that feel like pertinent pieces to a puzzle. And what’s it all lead to?