Behold the world, nay, humanity, as a fragile raindrop. In formation as society or a droplet a peice of particulate matter, though a problem first gathered the water into it's tensioned form. Today there are these countless groups led by a deepest formative concern.
History is caused by ripples of culture, temperature of economics, and shockwaves of the Greats (well and ill, and mayhap some fiction).
By this, today is cold with value dearth, and has winds of culture and it's lead. Yet...
...Yet there too is the thunder of exeptionally skilled and provided, and gale wind of the demagogue. Again the bolt of change too near will boil the precipitate. leave all of it in different form.
Greats rise above or with circumstance, by that wild wind does all change course.
There are the great and their personal romances; hope consideration and forebearance in one allow OUR chosen destinies and opportunity.
Storms clash, yet, snow to tender mist may the flow somehow be. 'Luck.