A pedestal is no place to be. They’re unstable and wholly dependent on the construction of the floor. A shifting tile or an expanding crack can disrupt a pedestal’s base and end in disaster. The pedestal is nothing without its foundation.

And yet, here we find our hero, perched on a pedestal, resting on the suddenly-shifting foundation of inquiry. As new answers are found, reason chips away at long-trusted stability and reveals new gaps begging to be filled by information.

Our hero watches as his once-solid base of marble and stone is overrun by an invading tide of sand and doubt. The pedestal shifts again and our hero’s footing falters.

He crouched and steadied himself atop the pedestal, lamenting as he watched his sturdy foundation slowly drift away in the lazily encroaching waves. Knowledge has overtaken his domain. Reason has threatened his very existence.

Finally, amidst the swaying and blinding enlightenment, our hero plummets into the shallow waters of irrelevance, lost for all time.