Ironists are unable to rule. We have dismantled our empires. Our art and architecture, our music and literature, and even our politics and international order have become a postmodern hodgepodge of style and idea. We find it difficult to decide. We wallow uneasily in a moral perplexity that is called political correctness.
Happiness is the fantasy of the arrogant and deluded.
Happiness is the Faustian dream. The quest for happiness has in the modern world led straight to horror. If we are not happy, we are alive to opportunity beyond compare. We live in a mood of endless hyphenation, but also in a state of extraordinary freedom, to rebuild, recombine and reconnect. The European Union is the great model here.