I sit and watch the construction of Industry rise from the earth.
Men stand tall above the land like Caesars over Rome.
They burst with pride over their achievement.
The men dig holes deep for the Industrial seedlings to grow into Towers of Economical Strength.
The foremen look upon the Meso workers with contempt as the pharaoh looked upon Moses.
I look to the sky and see the throne of God floating in an array of celestial light overhead.
Monstrous booms of thunder roar and drops of rain fall from His chair and die broken on the sidewalk below my feet.
Lightening flickers across the heavens and it begins to pour down.
The work ceases.
The foremen stand and curse the tempest's rage.
They know they must wait for another day to build their capital.