We pledge information from artificial oracles and machines that we've created in the past. We see images that appear out of a black abyss, maybe those images even evoke eros into our pshyche in a twisted ritual. Sometimes instead of images we see videos of moments gone by, like ghosts forgotten trapped by a spell. We get inside metal capsules that move by themselves for transport. We have lights that negate the need for fear of the dark. We have conquered nature and spat on the darkness. Instead of looking up at night time we now look sideways into the lights we've created.

Night has been forgotten, darkness now arises inside instead of outwards. People don't fear the dark anymore and the stars don't shine as bright. We've exchanged the hierarchy of the stars by creating our own artificial lights down here. Now we can have a distorted eternal day by trying to create a perfect utopia on earth. Of course, this impulse inevitably will collapse by itself because the world does not work that way. Reality is not yours to dictate and changing night into day is not how things work. Our stupidity will be remembered as insanity and hubris. We are like stupid lucid dreamers unable to sense the mystical and symbolic value in dreams. We remain ignorant about consciousness in the mean time.