And if the world rests on anything, it is on this seesaw: now humanity lifts its head, grows stronger, thickens as a warm, dense mass saturating the earth of the Northern Hemisphere. Then comes revolution (this humankind did not live well) — and again the black earth encroaches, subduing the tender, the warm beneath a slate-like mass.
What can stand against it — a ton, a monolith of the universe against a warm, vulnerable piece of flesh.

But look, there — once again pushing off from the stone, leading his people through the desert.
Courageous.
Well, so be it.