He’s heard of “the survival of the fittest” and knows it’s a popular notion, but where they’re at right now goes against the knowledge of the world – against the knowledge that everything else seems to run on. The weak have subdued the strong, and are leading a revolution filled with upsetting the definition of a “fact”.
For what kind of river doesn’t wash away, or fire not burn? What kind of exchange is made when entire nations fall to a single man? What people are gathered from all four corners of the earth to become one, and fight for the deaf and blind?
They walk down the paths carved out in wastelands for them, now strung with streams of water to lead the way, and he doesn’t think life can get more fantastic than this.