The truth about the world we live in is practically rubbed into our faces, and yet we completely ignore it. To a predictably tragic fault.
The fancy giant telescope that the Vatican uses to peer out into God’s celestial heavens is named Lucifer. Noone bats an eye. We built the largest cruise ship in the world, and we brazenly name it the Titanic, after the mythological Titans, who were unexpectedly felled due to the arrogance of their perceived immortality, and upon naming it, we declared the great ship unsinkable. Yet, just like its namesake giants, it unexpectedly sank for nothing short of arrogance by the shipping company and its over-confident captain.
Locally, the MoneyStore built the great pyramid in West Sacramento as its headquarters for its financial empire, and named it, of all things, the Ziggurat, a biblical reference to the doomed Tower of Babel, which felled for its piety and irreverence to God, taking down the entire empire with it, scattering its peoples to the winds. Its poetic justice that the company collapsed for its fraudulent subprime loans and rigged insurance scams, reverberating into the epidemic housing crisis that ushered in the Great Depression of our times. With such a name for the building, it wasn’t like they tried to hide what they were doing to us.
No matter when, no matter where, no matter what, the Ziggurat is always hidden in plain sight, if you refuse to look at it. We just love to tempt fate. Sometimes taunting it.