In space spins a planet, small and beautiful. On it there is a country, and in that country sits a city.
In the city, there is a sanatorium, and there a man lies dying on a bed in a room nobody visits.
In this man, there is an idea, a revolutionize-the-world idea.
As his strength fails, he whispers it to the walls.
When he dies, the idea dies. So the world later perishes because nobody listened to the man in the sanatorium in the city in a country on a planet that now spins through space, small, ugly and dead.
A/N: Completely different than the others because I wanted the next table posted... LOL.