I saw an Eagle high and lifted up. Upon an exalted place I saw her nest. And I saw that an ant colony was being built beneath her nest. The Eagle mind was very displeased of mood by what she saw. I watched until I saw a great turmoil begin between mass gangs of sparrows and eagles. Consternation raged everywhere upon the exalted place of her nest.
Then said I, woe are the times, for even Peace is wearing a helmet of war. Expectation was constant for the worst of things to happen. Other nations could not seem to move in any certain directions. Even national spider webs were broken.
Then, the Word of the Lord, came to me: Son of Dust, swoo your dust into a persona of defiance. For I have chosen to give you the vision of eyes that see into the future. Today you shall pray for peace, tomorrow you shall pray for war. Hell has chosen to meet you on the battle plain. Therefore, go forth, for in your mind I have placed "the stone cut out of the mountain made without hands".