Chapter 11 - Epilogue - The Dreamstate
‘…For each age is a dream that is dying and one that is coming to birth…’
At the close of the opera, the question of where we are headed as the Plastics Age draws to a close hangs in the air. What have we learnt from this journey?
We are the makers
What are the dreams we can dream
With our earth
For each age is a dream that is dying
And one that is coming to birth