In his anger, Moses smashed the tablets. But Yeats named our time a time in which there is no voice. The falcon does n ot hear the falconer. The center does not hold. Religion can not compete with limitless entertainments.
Religious leaders slip and fall.
They have made a nest of what is meant to be a watch-tower and have so fouled that nest that decent women and men are loathe to enter it. Perhaps it is the case that times are not so different, except in scope or by degree. It has been, at best, a mixed princely reign. Here and there, in each age, a true saint. Here and there a heretic tortured to death and a child blown apart in His dear name.