If all that is left of humanity is a world of science and technology, paid for by its want of materialistic novelty, then all that will remain are ashes of a world having consumed all life in the building its technologies and operating its experiments to discover a continual stream of material that provides a march of cohorts of beings, the most value, to trade in a market for other values. It will have lost its spirit to the heavens and plundered its wealth to the grounds, where perhaps by a stroke of luck, the smallest of all life will begin anew, yet this time, if the ashes are not fine enough, and artifacts revealing enough, maybe, perhaps, it may offer ample warning to the next, or, perhaps, not, for the parallel work of technology is the continual extraction of all efficiency under its march toward optimum productivity… and this, just this… is what produces the finest of ash… a vast desert…