What if it were all but one Empire? The entire course of civilization not a cyclical rising and falling but a linear exchange where conquering and conquered can be seen more as a continuance instead of the traditional ending and beginning. What then? History is then a lie not to hide the tyranny of heroes or the horrific underbellies of our moral and just conquest. But a lie to hide a single truth: that we are always in a seemingly final phase of an Empire not even changing hands of power, but changing names to disguise it. An inheritance in the form of translated traditions sponsoring slavery and rebellion within itself over generations until we come to a ridge in time. The facts of history piled now too high and we can look back and ahead again. There is a murmur among the crowds. Revolution. Change. Floodwaters returning bring the smell of another apparent turn of a cycle. It all grown from the seat of power. Are not both sides of the coin minted? And are not the tables of the marketplace again being overturned?