The great machine winds down, the springs uncoil to the utmost end, spending themselves overcoming friction instead of driving forward the slow, once-inevitable gears of progress.
The last employee is cut for efficiency’s sake. The last transaction is completed. The last – and largest – profit is made. Then the flywheel stops.
All is quiet. No wind disturbs the dust and ashes.
What hand will wind again the great springs that turn the world?