At first a nation is guided by the purifying fire of the revolutionary. With the heat of a crucible his fervor drives out the dross. In time the revolutionary is replaced with the mediocrity of the bureaucrat sowing the corruption and division “necessary” to administer and build the State. Brick by brick, block by block, layer by layer, the bureaucrat designs the nation to his own liking. The well recognized pyramid emerges. From the pinnacle of the pyramid the all-seeing eye peers down searching, hunting, and guarding against chaos. Protecting the bureaucracy it has built from the revolutionary and the chaos he brings. The chaos of revolution and the purity it brings.
It's a cycle. That's why it's called a “revolution”.
Can you feel the Wheel turning?
