A king comes, along comes a tyrant: The people fear, the people hate. People grow old, and much like any othe generation, the next generation hates less and the third(once the first is all gone) doesn't hate. They donlt care. By then the tyrant is gone, the tyrant's son is in place. A new king comes, along comes an avataar: The people's grandchildren love, the people's grandchildren celebrate. Some of those grandchildren turn into historians. And the cycle repeats.... We're just spectators. The king is the beautiful decor high above the stadium. History is the real player. And we don't even get to watch it live even at the cost of our own lives.