THE WAY OF DEATH
There is a way, lofty and noble, with a gate so wide and tempting. And many are there, strolling, trotting, running joyfully, heading steadily towards doom. The world has finally found this way; lo, humanity has reached the gate, and there we linger, glad and thankful, that at last we've found home. But this is no home. This is misery, and in it we keep wallowing, day after day.
Thinking beings: so we are called. Homo sapiens. Wise beings in exalted attires, builders of sky scrapers, writers of books, builders of softwares, explorers of space and deep space. Our schools keep swelling, with more and more minds coming to learn, libraries filled to an overflow. Computer has come and knowledge has surged; the internet has arrived, and humanity has advanced. And so, our pride grows, our respect for sacred things wane, our regard for the spiritual and ancient goes faint.
In the days of old, divorce, to us, was alien and aloof; in the days of our fathers, only idiots and devils trod the dreaded paths of debauchery, drunkenness and divorce. Today, the music has changed. So easy, and indeed so simple, it is to get rid of a wife, a husband, or a child. So easy it is to see another soul's nakedness, a day or two after a casual meeting. So easy it is for delicate organs to merge, so easy for guilt and moral thoughts to be flung out of the window. That which was once sacred is now given to swines; that which was once done secretly is done on rooftops. Nudity and profane sex can be bought and sold. Iniquity is given a new name, and the old ways of virtue and chastity are deemed stale and primitive. Here and there, folks mock truths once held in high esteem.
Once upon a time, sanctity was still sanctity. Laws were laws indeed; souls still sought the wisdom of the ancients. But then, people became wise; men and women once pure and humble became civilized and enlightened. An age of absolute madness crept in, cloaked as Reason, as Postmodernism, as Deconstructionism, as Liberalism, and countless other destructive isms. The schooled and the learned looked down on the rest of humanity. Farms and villages became dreaded zones, as cities and universities took on the mask of paradise. Writers, speakers, scholars, thinkers, all converged to make a mess of the old ways.
Were our fathers all wrong? Were they fools, or animals, or just helpless idiots? How come they lived so long, and their lands were flooded with such great peace? From where emerged all the order, the primal beauty that pervaded their world? And, how come we're so helpless, so restless, so thoughtless? Our trees are dying out, our skies are getting dim, our earth is growing weary. Animals once in abundance are all gone or in insignificant number; trees that once adorned our forests and streets are now but logs and sticks for merchandise. Our forests are no longer green, the sky is no longer quite blue; things have fallen apart, and here we are, alone and wretched, unsure of the future.
Sadness lies still in my heart, as my mind roams to and fro around the manifold ways of modern man. And daily I hope, daily I desire, daily I pray, that someday, humanity will see that this wondrous way of ours, this path so loved and adored, is but the way of death.
Thinking beings: so we are called. Homo sapiens. Wise beings in exalted attires, builders of sky scrapers, writers of books, builders of softwares, explorers of space and deep space. Our schools keep swelling, with more and more minds coming to learn, libraries filled to an overflow. Computer has come and knowledge has surged; the internet has arrived, and humanity has advanced. And so, our pride grows, our respect for sacred things wane, our regard for the spiritual and ancient goes faint.
Once upon a time, sanctity was still sanctity. Laws were laws indeed; souls still sought the wisdom of the ancients. But then, people became wise; men and women once pure and humble became civilized and enlightened. An age of absolute madness crept in, cloaked as Reason, as Postmodernism, as Deconstructionism, as Liberalism, and countless other destructive isms. The schooled and the learned looked down on the rest of humanity. Farms and villages became dreaded zones, as cities and universities took on the mask of paradise. Writers, speakers, scholars, thinkers, all converged to make a mess of the old ways.
Were our fathers all wrong? Were they fools, or animals, or just helpless idiots? How come they lived so long, and their lands were flooded with such great peace? From where emerged all the order, the primal beauty that pervaded their world? And, how come we're so helpless, so restless, so thoughtless? Our trees are dying out, our skies are getting dim, our earth is growing weary. Animals once in abundance are all gone or in insignificant number; trees that once adorned our forests and streets are now but logs and sticks for merchandise. Our forests are no longer green, the sky is no longer quite blue; things have fallen apart, and here we are, alone and wretched, unsure of the future.
Sadness lies still in my heart, as my mind roams to and fro around the manifold ways of modern man. And daily I hope, daily I desire, daily I pray, that someday, humanity will see that this wondrous way of ours, this path so loved and adored, is but the way of death.
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