What was seen as ultimately valuable, paramountly pertinent, perfectly desirable, and eminently worth our most sacrificing effort is sometimes seen in the light that later years fan brighter to be nothing more than pretense, popular myth, or pure poppycock. Age brings a clearer view. In the old books one finds that men and women long since dead already thought ideas as those now stressing many segments of modern society. Thoughts that stir great movements in the present also stirred great movements in the past. Always it is the same.
Man struggles for Order while refusing to see it as it is.
The reference was to stubborn oxen. People who deny the truth should not be followed but by fools who can know no better, yet denying the truth and gathering a following of paying postulates to hear it exposed seems all the rage these days. It's become a lucrative profession, a business that grows in leaps and bounds each year as people abandon the faith of their fathers to join new movements that proclaim a day of peace they promise will be won when society varies its view of reality. Yet these teachings fail to account for the misery monolithic living brings where the fate of the powerless is left to chance, where no plan is offered to protect peaceful throngs from the bestial acts of those who will not read the offered books nor attend love-offering seminars. These charlatans refuse to tell us how we are to govern human behavior in the collective sense, how we are to curb the natural enthusiasm of humans for mischief, mayhem, and the occasional slaughter man still seems intent on perpetrating for the satisfaction of inner demons not yet privy to the wisdom sold for massive profits in our New Age bookstores.