If presently we have learnt to see in pixels, and our ancestors perceived differently, say in waves, then all of history to us is seen in pixels, and not as our ancestors perceived in waves. It is sublime to lose something so important as history, irretrievably. It is sublime to live at the end of an age, with a metaphorical comet hurtling overhead, through the atmosphere, a big fireball to bring in a new age. The metaphorical impact, marking the transition from one age to another, would take place over decades, or centuries. It would be incredibly sublime and decentralising to humans if the impact stretched out over millennia, since we would then be a very small blip on the timeline. Below the pixels, in this painting, are waves. The pixels float upon the waves, slowly moving up and down as the waves dictate. The accumulated vision of the waves slowly make their large movements, like ancient metaphorical giants. It is sublime to live upon a giant.