Back when I was a sullen and melancholy eleven year old, constantly envisioning my grade school in flames, and daydreaming of my hometown as a corpse-strewn expanse of rubble, it honestly never occurred to me that I was seeing the future.
It is oddly mortifying to me now, as I look back on how incredibly naive I was, how naive we all were, inexcusably oblivious to the enemy in our midst.
Poor forlorn civilized humanity, never dreaming what lay in store for us. We were so entranced by the civilization we had built that we could scarcely see beyond its borders, nor think outside of its philosophy.