A unique achievement, the most glorious and stupendous upon this planet, is now in a state of what could be terminal sickness. All that we have nurtured, cherished and attained over several millennia now disappears beneath an avalanche of transient pleasure and eager insanity. It seems that we prefer madness to miracles. Let us not be tricked by the superficial glamour and glitter of this new age. Life in many ways appears more comfortable and diverse than what our forefathers experienced.
Opportunities seem endless.
But rational reflection demands that we should consider this as similar to the decorations on a Christmas tree. After the brief festive season, they are removed, and the tree, already dead, is consigned to the refuse collector. The present is all-important and the future forgotten. Certainly not at once. On the contrary, our enemies have been busy for a long time.