The giants stir, slow and heavy,

built for a world that is fading.

They move not by instinct,

but by decree,

bound by the weight of their own power.

Will you wait for their permission?

Will you stand idle,

watching them fumble toward the truth

you could already hold in your hands?

Your strength is not in size,

but in speed.

Not in authority,

but in vision.

The path is clear for those who dare to see.

But the world does not move as one.

It waits for orders,

for consensus,

for permission from the very ones

who have the most to lose.

Will you wait with them,

content to follow

once the way is paved for you?

Or will you take the narrow road now,

before the masses make it crowded,

before the giants stake their claim?

The institutions are coming—

and by the time they arrive,

the treasure will already be found

by those who had the courage

to seek it first.

Will that be you?

Or must you wait for their sign

to act?