It's a dead tree: still standing tall in form, casting its shadow across the land, yet hollow and lifeless within.
Its institutions and rituals remain visible, but the trust that once gave them vitality has withered away. From a distance it appears solid, yet up close the rot is clear, and any storm could bring it crashing down.
In the meantime, small saplings, local networks, alternative systems, new movements, are already sprouting in its shade, preparing to replace what has long ceased to live, even if it hasn’t yet fallen