The Grand Wheel: Cycles of Applause and Outrage

Welcome to the carnival of epochs, where the monotony of segmenting centuries into neat categories takes a bow. Yet, the plot twist? The plot is an unwritten, unreadable script, and we are all unwilling improvisers. Behold the king, who wears no clothes, but insists on changing attire daily.

Politicians come and go, as predictably as the dalliance between sunshine and rain. Empire builders, piecemeal artists, and the eternal quest for dominion over—what was it again? Oh yes, land beyond the dream, beyond the circle, which is more of a wheel, isn't it humorous?

Civilizations rise like soufflés, only to crash in the oven of unforeseen consequences. Mankind's aphorisms, like bad tattoos, linger in varieties of irony, steeped in satire, marinated in mishap. Yet, history’s carousel spins merrily on. Where’s it going? Watch your step, or perhaps, don't.

If you're an eternal optimist, do visit Future Paradoxes. Need a history refresher? Try Pasts of Repetitions.

And remember, while the circle spins, the dot remains stationary. Choose your perspective wisely.