It’s strange being old enough now to remember a world that not only younger generations believe did not exist, they deny that it could possibly have existed.

But what’s “impossible” now lived and breathed once. The marks of that era’s passing have like glaciers carved the landscape in which we now dwell, and the light and shadow of that time have imprinted on the future as if on film. Now we play out the end of that movie, with the actors therein not realizing they are on a stage built by others they deny were even real.