The world is tradition unto itself.
Each day, we go about our lives as the day before (awaken, eat, take out the garbage, etcetera). The seasons will always change, and the waltz of war, peace, and revolution will also be just as eternal. We latch ourselves onto such petty beliefs, not seeing how these thoughts resonate only out of an expendable tradition, and people come to believe them as constants. Immortal aspects of daily life- but should any of it stray just a little from what we know; suddenly everything will fall to pieces for us.
We rely upon tradition, believing the lies of religion that it will not cease. In every half million people, maybe one will question this tradition. Perhaps one in every one of these half million will ever do more than simply glance at it. And of these seldom few, will be what we call the future.
Tell me, are you Someone?