All that is born eventually dies. The same is true of anything reborn.

The Renaissance is the mother who gave birth astride her child's grave.

It finally died when it's life blood was drained for the cloning of consumerism.

Its social predicates were replaced by economic ones.

It's about communication:
the breaking down of "reality" into bits and the reorganisational process.

A chaotic "Library of Babel" world waiting to be rewritten, a thousand times over.

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Perhaps it's time for a brand new renaissance...

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