Franklin Richards I PSI

Nathanael Richards told his grandson that Christmas had once existed, but never as something real, rather as a ritualized self-deception, repeated so often until it seemed like a meaning. Now it is only projected into the present as a memory, because memories are easier to control. He said that festivals had never moved humanity forward.. they had forced time into loops, taught people to accept stagnation as a tradition. No progress had come from candles and carols, no upheaval from well-intentioned gestures. He explained that Christmas had never created change. Violence had merely been postponed, guilt wrapped up, misery decorated. Every year the same promises, the same lies, the same refusal to draw consequences. Humanity clung to rituals because it was afraid to look into its own emptiness without them.

He said that festivals were tools of numbing, that they taught people to wait for calendars, but that development did not arise from tradition, only from its destruction. In the end, he left no room for consolation. He simply said that nothing had disappeared.. Christmas had never existed the way people believed it had. It was now where it had always belonged: in memory..  meaningless.