Kokomon was right.
Things are going backward,
but not because they are.
If that means nothing to you,
you need to look inner skyward,
and see the flames. The burning cities. The dust
of civilisations long past.
Individuation on the Kardashev scale has been going on for more than a year,
and what has heart
is coming oh so very near:
Terriermon? Yes, and Willis, and every other Digimon
that has been concealed and hidden out of fear.
Tenet told it well too:
the past must be reversed, for the future to truly be new.
And so it is happening.
The era of the Fourth Mundansa, corrupt, and evil, and untrue
was the error of pseudo-Übermensch. Of strong male liars, and thieves, and abuse.
And we have seen it come back to haunt us,
in the false heroes of 2016, 2017, all the way up to 2022.
What happens in the Third Mundansa, to me and to you?
Walled, fortress cities, like those in Vesper, and The Hunger Games, and Dungeons Among Dragons. Athens, in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and other such views
of a haunted world, up to 18,000 years ago.
But this is reversed now. A different truce
has been brokered between space, and time, and Gaia, and the burning refuse
of the ages.
Will the world collapse?
Only time will tell.
But the way things are going—
your Dreamtiger-Merlionsman is folding
dimensions, and bring things forward so fast, that the unhealthiest are going
crazy. They don’t know how to accelerate their plans
to match the poet Makaravedra’s hand.
So don’t be afraid. In the knowing
of yourself, you too, will go back to your own inner home,
your own inner lands;
Cherubimon will rise again,
this time, hopefully,
only as a friend.