Through my blue fingers, pink grains are falling, haphazard, random, a disorganized stream of silicone that seems pregnant with the possibility of every conceivable shape… But this is illusion. Things have their shape in time, not space alone. Some marble blocks have statues within them, embedded in their future.
Book: “Watchmen” by Alan Moore
A society is defined not only by what it creates, but by what it refuses to destroy.