As we turn the pages

History was once a beautiful collection of the most cherished minds and artists. Life was portrayed in the most spectacular and inventive way the chosen wonders of the physical world had to power to display. Centuries of leather bound, gilt edged novels of law, culture and opinion. We have lost the power of greatness, the artisans no longer have a way to portray their craft at design and invention. The free world has allowed everyone an opinion, output, and social obligation to express their thoughts, and moreover their feelings to be aired an audience, the world, and all its inhabitants. People are filling the world, with their spawn, their thoughts, their opinion's, their pictures, art, photography, their ugliness. Beauty was something to savour, a small piece of the most expressive emotion known to man, encapsulated in a art so considered, so cherished, so perfect, it is honoured and coveted to this day. Where are the artists, where are the artisans, where are those who formed the human race, and wish for nothing more then the populous to subside.