Ouroboros, the Living Soul of the World Animal, stands at the end of the road of history, where the road of the Golden Age of Earth begins, and gazes back across the terrain humanity had to cross in order to reenter Utopia. The gaze of Ouroboros sweeps the compass of time, from the near horizon of change to the further, taking in the whole of the descent from humankind’s original state of natural innocence to its deadened spirit of self-destruction—
Ouroboros, the Living Soul of the World Animal, looks back to that collective moment when humanity began the ascent out of its own shadow of desecration and into its own light of self-creation. The gaze of Ouroboros falls upon that turning point and turns to speech, saying—
It had to start with the universal realization that governments did not care for people or the planet. It had to wait for the certainty spreading among people globally that their lives were being maliciously wasted by those with wealth and power. It could not begin until people everywhere were convinced of the same thing: that they were more than merely members of a nation, a race, a gender, a religion. It had to wait until every individual believed they were a citizen of the world, free to move and think and act without permission from anyone. It had to start with people everywhere disabusing themselves of the illusion that the social institutions that had buried their fangs in the throat of civilization over many generations could ever be changed for the better. It had to wait for human nature to govern itself from within.
