We tear down. We build again. The vicious cycle continues and never ends. And, between the rubble of yesterday and today, stand we the people. We march on, this society of ours, ever improving, always rising like the phoenix from the ashes.
Every day is our birth, a new chance to prevail.
Yet, I can't help but wonder what we leave behind in the bargain. When our children are asked to tell about to their past, they'll have to point to a history book. So, keep talking about your Jumbotrons and your advertisements. I'm sure the more I hear of it, the more I'll get use to it. In fact, if I ever go to Wrigley Field, I'll probably get a big kick out of the changes, as if time served as the doctor who preformed a lobotomy on society, but like magic, the scars don't show, and we go about life as if nothing ever happened.