New years eve

Somehow, I managed to convince myself it was new years eve, and that the new year we were dawning on would be measured by action, not time. Civilisations would take every single rule book, the governance of justice, currency and people, then bury the books in a time capsule. Then, each leader and each champion would join together at a table, and decide how to best support each individual who felt a pulse beneath their ribs. New rule would be created, which would aim to make every single person happy, and every single creature worthwhile in its existence. And that year would end when those who studied the time capsules contents would know the folly they contained, and be left to lie in history.

Then the next year would begin, and because of a drunken decision somewhere would be measured in penguins, but that didn't work so well.