Two centuries and more in the moulding and countless acts played out in a world thrown off it's axis by the predator species.

I yearn for those long passed times though I never trod those streets not climbed those mountains. I have but glimpses of what it was to have life then. Brought to me on platters by the silver screen and scribed in hardbacks dutifully collecting dust in the annals of time in a musty library on the Tottenham Court Road and others similar elsewhere.

Yet more extensive held suspended in cyber space where thousands of years of human history form a mere stain on a microdot and document man's achievements and failures at so many levels it forces a tear from my eye like an acid drop etching my lifetime into a sunken cheek and upturned lip.

So I yearn for those magic times, times of order, of respect, of duty, of belonging, of a sense of purpose and a sound knowledge of the mechanics of the universe and the eternal truth of Karma.

Mine like all others have the most accurate albeit tenuous attachment to what went before through our forefathers, our mother, our father as indeed they did theirs....