European history, it was clear, is living history. When it finally came time to learn about the ancient Mesoamerican cultures, I learned instead was what they didn't do. It began with their non-invention of the wheel.
Everybody knows the story of Columbus, right? He was an Italian explorer from Genoa who set sail in 1492 to enrich the Spanish monarchs with gold and spices from the orient. Not quite.
Do we all become infected with the disease of cynicism and give into our basest instincts and fears or do we start a new story about who we are and who we can be for each other?