As Helios fades from Neptune’s seas beyond the Pillars of Hercules above Plato’s mythic sunken halls across lost Atlantis twilight falls. Ere dark fathoms blacken a sundial’s tusk, Hegel’s owl of Minerva takes flight at dusk. In the language art of the formal versifier not unlike Bakunin’s foreknowledge, the antithesis of hindsight, social science prescience appears cheek by jowl with Hegel’s owl in the belles-lettres of Seventy-Six Endeavors.