The Neo-Nietzsche is here. No more needs be said. When you speak you plant a seed. No one knows what it will look like when it grows to full maturity or if it will grow at all. Everything starts with a lie or truth, and it doesn't matter which. Belief transcends and or devours facts. You either get a baby a stillborn or an abortion. The end will happen in due time.
Fold time back on its self and you start to see the genealogy of the present. We are here. And we are not alive. What is the lynchpin that will trigger the seachange? Should we strive toward hopelessness or embrace our fantasies? We decide.