Why should we think of the past?

Isn't it dead, gone, buried?

What benefit do we derive from digging in the ground?

So say those who think only of today-

Their new car,

Their next raise,

Their climb up the ladder of success.

Ah, but that ladder is rooted firmly in the Earth

Where we exist for a blink of Eternity

And our one hope of reaching the future is to understand the past.

For locked within the bones of the planet is the history of the world.

Happy are they who read that history!

Who know and love and preserve the one place

In all the universe where we can live.

They should be honored, and heeded,

Lest in arrogance we render our home unfit for our kind

And are rejected by it to pass into oblivion,

While it spins on forever without us.