Those who live in the Lone Islands recognize the amazing feats of determination and knowledge that have been accomplished over the past centuries. Those who sought a greater form of power than the hand harnessed the immense power of steam and held it inside a metal pressure vessel, at such levels of energy and excitation to perform any task previously unimaginable. Those who looked to the sky sought to fly but could not, built themselves wings held together by wooden ribs and piano wire and glided in the breeze. Those who sought to travel far built marvelous ships of sail and steam, plying the seas and then the air. In this modern age, locomotives pull trains at the speed of a hurricane wind, Buildings tower into the sky, complete mastery of the land and terra firma has been achieved by the steamshovel, the dam, and the massive derrick. Tremendous creations the size of small towns travel the skies and oceans between the islands, all harnessing the power of steam, and the mind to make it perform its many biddings. It would be easy for those who live immersed in this brave, new world to take it for granted, to become lost in it.
But, thankfully, the many industrial peoples of the world have remembered how to take a step back from all this, realise just how odd it is as well as how marvelous it is, and how detrimental it would certainly be to trust and live by it, and ONLY it. Those who rush around the countryside on their convuluted locomotives always take the time to stop, and remember what the world looks like when not flying by at immense velocities. No greater call of the ship captain is to remember to return to the earth and the shore after a voyage, no matter how long, and love it, celebrate its solidity, to always return to the earth, dulce domum, place of origin, to plant ones seeds firmly in the ground and return to rejoice with the Birds in the coming of spring.
To the undisturbed native peoples of the Lone islands, those who live in a balance never departed from when the few industrial nations began digging their soils for coal and iron, and never disturbed thereafter for the mutual respect held by all peoples in these islands for eachother, watch the machinations of those who pursued their minds over their hearts, marvel at them, but do not wish to be of them. These beings would rather take their joy in the comfort of a warm hut, a lover, healthy children.
For the industrial nations, to keep a balance and a rememberance, two rest-weeks are had, in which any and all machines, beit of factories, railways, seafaring or skyfaring, return to the ground and a state of motionlessness, and all those who live by them are forced, by their cessation, to rest, to remember. As such, they find they are not as dependant on the systems of their world as they thought, and they cling to the fact that life and love are the true constants, where all others fail.
This picture is a WIP.