Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization? 
Answer: Princess Diana's death. 
Question: How come? 
Answer: An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whiskey, followed closely by Italian Paparazzi on Japanese motorcycles, and is treated by an American doctor using Brazilian medicines! 

But that isn't the end of the international connectivity. This story reached you via an American, using Bill Gates' technology, and you are probably reading it on one of the IBM clones that use Taiwanese-made chips, and Korean-made monitors, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by lorries driven by (India) Indians, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, trucked by Mexican illegal aliens, and finally sold to you by an Irish merchant whose parents came from County Cork, and whose great grandparents came from Bavaria.

My UPS driver claims native-American blood.  If yours does, too, your computer, like mine, was delivered to your home by a man whose ancestors walked here across the land bridge from what is now eastern Russia, lived in Canada for a while and then used  British muskets to battle Dutch Christians for the ground where Wall Street bankers generate the money to finance the whole damn thing.

Globalization my friend, is nothing new!

Forget the ancient military conquests. Booty is bad business.  A one-time kind of wealth that leads to poverty for all.  Every successful (sustained) civilization in history was financed by peaceful trade with other nations.  It's the oldest commercial game on the planet, and the power source for human economic progress..