Civilization starts when we stop running. When we live together. When we stop sending people away from the world and from each other.
When a civilization acts in opposition to its instincts, it may be under the influence of something, or someone, new.
We’re going out there, we’re taking back what’s ours. Civilization. We will rise again. Only this time we won’t be eating each other.
It seems the farther we get from civilization, the more of its rules we leave behind. Its traditions. Its inhibitions. The farther west we travel, the more those rules and customs become a burden.