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“A whole nation cannot rise above itself.”
― Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America

“No single characteristic ever overtakes an entire society.”
― Barbara W. Tuchman, The March Of Folly: From Troy To Vietnam

“[The Edfu Building Texts in Egypt] take us back to a very remote period called the 'Early Primeval Age of the Gods'--and these gods, it transpires, were not originally Egyptian, but lived on a sacred island, the 'Homeland of the Primeval Ones,' and in the midst of a great ocean. Then, at some unspecified time in the past, an immense cataclysm shook the earth and a flood poured over this island, where 'the earliest mansions of the gods' had been founded, destroying it utterly, submerging all its holy places, and killing most of its divine inhabitants. Some survived, however, and we are told that this remnant set sail in their ships (for the texts leave us in no doubt that these 'gods' of the early primeval age were navigators) to 'wander' the world. Their purpose in doing so was nothing less than to re-create and revive the essence of their lost homeland, to bring about, in short: 'The resurrection of the former world of the gods ... The re-creation of a destroyed world.'
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The takeaway is that the texts invite us to consider the possibility that the survivors of a lost civilization, thought of as 'gods' but manifestly human, set about 'wandering' the world in the aftermath of an extinction-level global cataclysm. By happenstance it was primarily hunter-gatherer populations, the peoples of the mountains, jungles, and deserts--'the unlettered and the uncultured,' as Plato so eloquently put it in his account of the end of Atlantis--who had been 'spared the scourge of the deluge.' Settling among them, the wanderers entertained the desperate hope that their high civilization could be restarted, or that at least something of its knowledge, wisdom, and spiritual ideas could be passed on so that mankind in the post-cataclysmic world would not be compelled to 'begin again like children, in complete ignorance of what happened in early times.”
― Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization

“My greatest fear is time wasted—a life spent. My greatest fear is passing away from this world without leaving a lasting impact.”
― M.J. Chrisman, The Remnant: The Legend Of The Seer

“God calls a simple shepherd boy named David who had faith and will raise up those He wills especially to shame the wise and capable. God desires a remnant of saints who will do His bidding and work no matter the cost.”
― Gospel Fellowships, Principles for the Gathering of Believers Under the Headship of Jesus Christ

“La plus violente douleur qu'on puisse éprouver, certes, est la perte d'un enfant pour une mère, et la perte de la mère pour un homme. Cela est violent, terrible, cela bouleverse et déchire; mais on guérit de ces catastrophes comme des larges blessures saignantes. Or, certaines rencontres, certaines choses entr'aperçues, devinées, certains chagrins secrets, certaines perfidies du sort, qui remuent en nous tout un monde douloureux de pensées, qui entr'ouvrent devant nous brusquement la porte mystérieuse des souffrances morales, compliquées, incurables, d'autant plus profondes qu'elles semblent bénignes, d'autant plus cuisantes qu'elles semblent presque insaisissables, d'autant plus tenaces qu'elles semblent factices, nous laissent à l'âme comme une traînée, un goût d'amertume, une sensation de désenchantement dont nous sommes longtemps à nous débarrasser.”
― Guy de Maupassant, Contes de la Bécasse

“Yes, I see it.
It is falling to the ground
Scarred with burn holes and marks,
yet still it floats.
It whispers gently in the wind like Fleur with all her hope.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“God always has His chosen people who are called to deliver a nation â€� remnant”
― Sunday Adelaja

“The Remnants
We carry small membranes of memories
Within us
As do trees, flowers, stones,
All life force around us

Fragments of memories
Engraved in chips of iron, copper, silver...
Interlaced in the workings of men
Intertwined into the streets, buildings
The networks around us

Pathways between ages
Each carrying their
Remnants of the past”
― Maria Lehtman, The Dreaming Doors: Through the Soul Gateways

“The way the elderly extol their good old days leaves the youth almost concluding that there were no rascals. The reality is the absurdity that they are the remnant of men who with impunity plunged humanity into the impurity of putridity and calamity.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1