"What happens to a society when people stop questioning? When ignorance is disguised as knowledge, and idols - whether celebrities, leaders, or ideologies - replace independent thought? This video explores the dangerous link between ignorance and idolatry, revealing how both slowly erode one of humanity’s greatest powers: critical thinking. Drawing on the insights of Socrates, Nietzsche, Jung, and Hannah Arendt, we uncover why so many surrender their freedom to fear, authority, and cultural idols - and how this silent surrender leads to conformity, manipulation, and the death of true individuality. But this is not just a warning; it is also a call to awaken. By the end, you’ll discover how to resist the idols of our time, reclaim your independence of thought, and embrace the courage it takes to live freely and authentically."
"The people of today have no nobility. They do not even know what it means to be noble of heart. There is no strength of character; there is only emotion. We live in a worldwide society of emotion-based actions, emotion-based thinking, emotion-based words. People do things because they feel like it, they think things ruled by their emotions to think it and they say things because in that moment it's what they are feeling. Character does, thinks and says from a place of core identity and truth. "This is my truth, thus I will do it, think it, speak it." Nobility means strength of character, a word of honor, immovability and mind over matter. The feelings and emotions of a noble person do not merely come and go with the tides; they are there in the first place because they wouldn't have been there if it were not already decided upon. That is nobility."
"When was the last time you tasted the sublime? When did you last feel wonder? Can you remember feeling awed by something? These are things we need, if we are to thrive. They are fuel for the higher human abilities. If we lack them, as is currently endemic throughout the West, our higher abilities will lag. For lack of better terms we can call these feelings “upward movements of the heart,” and we are diminished when there is a lack of them. Without them we fail to develop our higher capacities and insights. We slide more and more toward becoming, in one critic’s words, “mere trousered apes.”
I am certainly not the first person to notice this. Here, for example, is something Albert Einstein wrote on the subject: "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."
Here’s a comment from Mozart: "Neither a lofty degree of intelligence, nor imagination, nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius." And here’s a poem from Richard Feynman:
"Out of the cradle
onto the dry land
here it is
standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea
wonders at wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the universe."
We need these things.
Currents to the Contrary: Sadly, the modern West has become a mad scramble to distract as many sets of eyes as possible, and to keep them – to own them – for as long as possible. And so long as professional distractors own your imagination, you won't experience much in the way of awe.
Think of Google and Facebook; these outfits bring in billions of dollars per month, based almost entirely on how much human attention they can capture. Likewise the many news networks; they get paid according to how many people watch their images for how many minutes. These people are serious about owning your brain cycles; they employ armies of employees to count, gather, plan, and improve their ownership of your eyes. Please understand the content they deliver serves only to grasp your attention.
Certainly websites like Freeman’s Perspective also want your attention but not for its own sake. I want your attention because I think we have something worthwhile to communicate, not to own your brain. Facebook and Google want to own you… the inner you.
Likewise the lords of academia; they want your mind to bear their impress... permanently. Consider, for example, the many academics who espouse cold, rationalist, materialistic philosophies: that we are no more than preprogrammed machines, that words can never really communicate anything, that humanity is ignorant and dangerous. Have you noticed that they reek of “smarter than thou”? Then if you have the opportunity, examine their lives for beautiful acts, for loving passions, for kindness and deep benevolence. If your experience is anything like mine, you’ll notice a striking lack of those things.
The Contrasts: Among the greatest of all contrasts to the upward movements of the heart are those pertaining to dominance, status, and rulership. They are natural antagonists.
Think of drinking in the wonders of the universe, the beauty of nature, the glorious love between a good parent and their child… and then contrast those things with the blight of the dominator “protecting” you at the point of a sword… of the politician cultivating your fears like a gardener cultivates a garden… of the lover of status who feels pleasure when seeing you beneath her.
Dominance, status, and rulership are the drives of the people who abuse us. And they are primary causes for our elevated experiences being diminished.
Moving Past the Blockage: We need to get away from these people and beyond these foul concepts. And once we do, life will expand. Here to make that point is a final quote, this one from Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel: "The loss of awe is the avoidance of insight. A return to reverence is the first prerequisite for a revival of wisdom…"
The things that contribute to our higher nature have been driven away from the Western world, and often systematically. Humans who are denuded of the higher things are far less trouble to rule, and they are far easier to manipulate… to own without their noticing. But don’t let yourself by driven away from the higher and better things:
Lay under the stars and wonder.
Look into the face of a child and experience his or her awe of the world.
Sit in the wilderness and imagine benevolence and beauty and goodness unchained.
Lie in bed and imagine yourself with a conscious sense of righteousness.
Imagine yourself with no embedded fear.
Ruminate over good things you could do in the future, over beautiful things you’d do in the right circumstances.
Politics poisons this, dominators wish to subdue it, sociopaths cannot experience it. Get as much of it as you can. Go out of your way to cultivate it.”
"Israel is Losing, Trump’s ‘Peace’ Plan Just Backfired"
"Former CIA analyst Larry Johnson drops a bombshell on Trump's "peace plan" for Gaza, arguing that it has already fallen apart as Israel lashes out in an attempt to stave off an embarrassing defeat which is leaving it globally isolated and militarily exposed. Matt Kennard and Patrick Henningsen also break down the crisis unfolding."
"Do We Live In a Multiverse?" And It Replied With This!"
"In a quiet laboratory in Santa Barbara, Google’s quantum processor Willow shattered the limits of human imagination. In minutes, it solved a problem that would keep the most powerful supercomputers occupied for longer than the age of the universe. Scientists whispered one explanation, too staggering to ignore. Willow was not calculating alone. It was reaching across the veil, drawing answers from parallel worlds, each as real as our own. Commentators like Tucker Carlson were left stunned, calling it proof of something beyond comprehension. The question now lingers: what have we truly uncovered, and where does it lead?"
“Lands can be reconquered, indeed in the course of a battle, a hill or a certain plain might trade hands several times. But missed opportunities? These can never be regained. Moments in time, in culture? They can never be re-made. One can never go back in time to prepare for what they should have prepared for, no one can ever get back critical seconds that were wasted out of fear or ego. Napoleon was brilliant at trading space for time: Sure, you can make these moves, provided you are giving me the time I need to drill my troops, or move them to where I want them to be. Yet in life, most of us are terrible at this. We trade an hour of our life here or afternoon there like it can be bought back with the few dollars we were paid for it. And it is only much, much later, as they are on their deathbeds or when they are looking back on what might have been, that many people realize the awful truth of this quote. Don’t do that. Embrace it now.”
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And in secret moments of despair,
Too late, too late...We think what might have been,
"Time. Of things that have long fascinated me, time is at the top of the list. Even when I was a little kid, time fascinated me. The idea that time, of all of the physical parameters of the world there was the one that we couldn’t control. Humanity has mastered the power of the atom, at least partially. We haven’t tamed fusion, but we can create it, and have several fewer islands in the Pacific because of it.
Humanity has dammed the largest of rivers, giving us power. We have used technology to shrink the world. The first recorded circumnavigation of the world took 1082 days. Magellan didn’t quite make the whole trip, but he still gets the credit on a technicality. Now? The International Space Station does an orbit in 90 minutes or so at 17,150 miles per hour, which is nearly as fast as Haitians are entering Texas.
Humanity has conquered the riddle of steel – we’ve made steel buildings that reach upwards into the sky to please Crom. We have conquered climate – people live at the South Pole in perfect comfort, as well as managing to live in Houston without melting into puddles of sweat.
We can see at night. We can talk, nearly instantly, with people a continent away. My phone buzzes every time there is motion outside my front door – it’s like having a superpower of sensing where and when there is activity at a distance. Another superpower is being able to access obscure facts anywhere on the planet that can reach a cell signal.
But time remains fixed. It flows only one way. And it is the most subjective of our senses. Even Pugsley notices it: “This summer was so short!” He’s in high school. That’s when the transition from the endless summers of childhood begin to transform into the fleeting, never-ending carousel of years that is adulthood. I’ve long felt that I understood why this was. Let me give it a shot.
For a newborn, the second day it’s outside and breathing is 50% of its entire life. For a six-year-old, half of their life is three years – much more. It’s not a big percentage, but it’s much smaller than 50%. For a sixteen-year-old, half their life is eight years. If you’re forty – half your life is twenty years. 1/8 versus 1/20? It’s amazingly different. We don’t perceive life as a line. We’re living inside of it – we compare our lives to the only thing we have . . . our lives. Each day you live is smaller than the last.
But that’s not everything. As we age, novelty decreases. When we’re young, experiences and knowledge are coming at us so quickly that we are presented with novel (new and unique) information daily. New words. New thoughts. New ideas. That’s why babies keep falling for that stupid “got your nose” thing. They don’t realize that I can reattach it. Over time, though, novelty decreases, as does the percentage of your life that each day represents. Ever drive a new route somewhere? When I do it, I have to focus my attention. It seems like it takes longer because I’m having to deal with novelty.
I’ve had my “new” laptop nearly seven years. I had my old laptop for longer than that, yet my “new” laptop still seems like it’s temporary.
There are only so many routes I can drive to work, so much novelty that I can find in a daily drive. Even a commute of an hour begins to fade into a brief moment in time if it’s the same commute, day after day.
Work is similar. Over time, we gain experience. Experience shows us how to fix problems (and sometimes how not to fix them). But that experience of taking a solution and modifying it to fix the next problem isn’t as hard as fixing the first problem.
The fact that each day is a smaller portion of my life, combined with the fact that as I get older, the possibility that I see something new dims. I’ve solved a bunch of problems in my life. Finding a new one is... difficult. Life goes faster, day by day for me. Every endless summer day of youth is in my rearview mirror.
And yet... Each day is still 24 hours. I can still use each day and live it with all of the gusto of a 10-year-old fishing for trout after building a tree fort, playing with his dog, and building a model of a Phantom F-4 to dogfight with the MiG 21-PF already hanging from the ceiling. Even though those 24 hours seem shorter now than at any time in my life, they are relentless in their exact sameness. I get to choose how I spend those moments in my life. I get to choose what I want to produce, and how hard I work to make it happen.
Humanity may never have the ability to crack time – it appears that even today, outside of sands falling from an hourglass, we can only describe time as a fundamental entity, something we measure against. Does the flow of time vary? Certainly. But only if we’re moving at large fractions of the speed of light or are caught in a huge gravity well, but let’s leave your mother out of this.
I have come to the conclusion that I will likely never understand what, exactly, time is, outside of this: Time is all we have – it is what makes up life. We measure our lives in it, because no man can buy an extra hour of life. We have the hours we have. The only difference is what we do with that time.
I mentioned in a previous post that (during the week) I often get by on scant hours of sleep. That’s because I have more things that I want to do in my life than I can fit in a day that’s less than 20 or 22 hours some days. I choose to try to do more, to try to make use of this time, because each moment is a gift.
Maybe I can settle for that definition of time: a gift. Each moment is a gift. Don’t beg for more, or live in fear of losing them. Just make each moment count. Perhaps that’s the secret and precious nature of time. It is the one thing we should never waste, and never wish away."
"Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone." - Kurt Vonnegut
"To all my friends out there who know what’s really going on…To all my conspiracy theorist friends…Yes, sometimes it’s a curse and not always a blessing to be awake. Awakening is the most liberating, alienating, excruciating, empowering, lonely, confusing, freeing, frightening, expansive journey. If you find yourself struggling as you try to process all this insanity, you are not alone. No one talks about the darkness that accompanies awakening, or the GRIEF.
Not only grieving the life and illusions you once had but the realization that almost everything you thought you once knew, is a LIE. The beliefs you’ve held, people you’ve trusted, principles you were taught - ALL LIES. Shattering illusions is RARELY an enjoyable experience. There is a considerable amount of discomfort that comes with growth and the grieving process doesn’t stop there.
With these newfound realizations, you then find yourself grieving all over again. Grieving the loss of many relationships with people who just don’t “get it”. Feeling alone; being ridiculed and shamed, not only by the masses but for many of you, your very own family and friends too. Feeling like you no longer have much in common with the people you are surrounded by.
Struggling with carrying on bullsh*t, shallow conversations that lack substance with those who are still fast asleep. Even feeling disconnected from your entire support system because they can’t see what you see. Some even grieve the loss of their ignorance- because “ignorance is bliss” and reality is harsh. Awakening can be a lonely road and you will often find yourself journeying alone.
There is no way to sugarcoat it - awakening to the realities of this world is brutal. It will have you running through the entire gamut of human emotions. You have to master the art of diving down the darkest of rabbit holes only to come out and still function in daily life, and that’s a skill people don’t talk about enough. Some of you are struggling with feeling disconnected from family and friends, it’s as though they exist in another world.
Please know you are not alone, and not only are you not alone, you have an entire tribe standing with you. We may be separated by miles, but we are DEEPLY connected; in purpose and in spirit."
"When people tell you who they are, Maya Angelou famously advised, believe them. Just as important, however, when people try to tell you who you are, don’t believe them. You are the only custodian of your own integrity, and the assumptions made by those that misunderstand who you are and what you stand for reveal a great deal about them and absolutely nothing about you." - Maria Popova
"In 1977 I began taking road trips (driving a car or truck) up and down Interstate 80. I had taken a few road trips prior, but 1977 was the first time I drove cross-country as an adult and for work… the first time I was looking on the experience with moderately confident and mature eyes. I’ve taken road trips many times since, though not in the past two years.
I’ve taken road trips many times since, though not in the past two years. That was a long gap for me. And then, just a few weeks ago, I took another trip down I-80. I quickly realized that this trip was almost precisely 40 years after my first one, and along the long, quiet stretches of highway, I found myself remembering those first few trips and contrasting them with this one.
What I found surprised me. And so, here’s my report from the road concerning the changes of the past 40 years. I’ll start at the most obvious place:
The roads are slightly better. The roads aren’t a lot better than they were, but the best roads are better and the worst roads are no worse. So in general, the roads are a bit better than they were in 1977. Roadside services are very definitely better.
The corporations have taken over. One of my regular exits has become unrecognizable over the past five years, overgrown with corporate outlets. Part of this is understandable: You know that the food you get at any McDonalds (or Subway or Denny’s or whatever) will be the same you’ll get at any other. There’s an attractive degree of safety in that. The larger reason, however, is simply that corporations have a vastly more advantageous position. They can run through whatever regulatory gauntlets they find (in many cases they paid for the gauntlets), while the mom-and-pop stores cannot. Furthermore, since 2008 the giant corporations have had access to an endless supply of loans at near-zero percent interest. They’ve been able to build whatever they want, wherever they want. Mom and pop’s kids are managers for corporate chains these days.
Network news has become trash. I don’t watch “the news” at home and I don’t listen to it while driving. On the road for an extended period, however, I decided to try it a few times. It was awful. Now, to be fair, it wasn’t great in 1977 either, but at least they tried to cover the important stories in those days; they had some basic pride in their profession. Now the news is simply a joke. I heard zero international news, zero depth on anything, and nothing but the most sensational stories, usually with a sickening level of political correctness. The depth of this fall was rather shocking to me. Local news was about the same.
The people are better. This was the big one. The people of 2025 really were better than the people of 1977. They were kinder, more polite, and less competitive. At one truck stop, as I was carrying a child, a complete stranger, a middle-aged man, stepped up and poured a cup of coffee for me, then carefully got the cream and sugar right. He had no reason to do this aside from benevolence. I very often smile at people, but I hadn’t smiled at this man; he came from my blind side. And he was far from the only benevolent stranger I ran into along the way.
Road trips in America are still enjoyable. An American road trip is easy. Yes, there can be traffic jams in the cities and aggressive traffic near the cities, but the open highway is still a place you can relax and think about life. I’ve taken road trips in other parts of the world, and they are not the same (though Canada is close). In Europe, for example, a road trip is challenging end to end. In South America it can be nice and loose, but that calm is often punctuated by moments of terror. In America, however, you can still spend long, pleasant hours, comfortably driving and getting back in touch with your soul. I very much hope that never changes."
"The EV industry is facing massive challenges, and today, I’m breaking it all down. From unprofitable business models and the removal of the $7,500 subsidy to consumer frustrations with overpriced cars and unreliable charging infrastructure, it’s clear things aren’t as green as promised. In this video, I dive into why major companies like Ford, Nissan, and even school bus manufacturers are scaling back their EV plans. Other industries, like farming, are also struggling with the practicality of electric options. The truth is out - unprofitable, unpopular, unsubsidized, and overpriced! We’ll talk about Tesla’s continued dominance, the rise and fall of brands like Rivian, and why hybrids remain a safer bet for companies like Toyota. Plus, some shocking government decisions and how they’re impacting the EV market and beyond. This is a must-watch if you’re considering buying an EV or just curious about the state of the industry."
"On June 15th, the Vera C. Rubin Observatory captured something the world wasn’t ready for. A faint emerald glow drifting out of Sagittarius - an object NASA first dismissed as “debris.” But it wasn’t. Within weeks, it was confirmed as 3I/ATLAS, only the third interstellar object ever discovered after Oumuamua and Borisov. Then came the shock: Rubin’s ultra-fast 3.2-gigapixel camera detected nine smaller bodies escorting ATLAS, glowing with the same strange green light. By September, that number exploded into the thousands - a swarm multiplying in real time, each one radiating more power than our largest reactors, built from exotic metals no comet should contain. Harvard’s Avi Loeb called it out: this isn’t a comet, it’s a mothership - manufacturing probes as it moves through the Solar System. NASA downplays the danger, but Rubin’s data shows otherwise. Thousands of synchronized objects, identical in speed, composition, and trajectory… all headed toward Earth. Is 3I/ATLAS a natural phenomenon - or an engineered fleet mapping, probing, or harvesting our Solar System? And why are the world’s space agencies staying silent?"
"Avi Loeb: 3I/ATLAS Is Staying in Our Solar System"
"What happens when a cosmic wanderer decides not to leave? In this bedtime journey through science and starlight, we follow Avi Loeb’s newest reflections on 3I/ATLAS - the interstellar visitor whose fate may be far stranger than first imagined. From whispers of alien messengers to the sober calculations of orbital dynamics, we’ll drift between speculation and science, exploring how an object from the deep dark could become a permanent resident of our celestial neighborhood. Why does the thought of something staying change the story so profoundly? What does it mean when the universe blurs the line between guest and companion? Tonight, we lean into the mystery, tracing the threads of theory, history, and wonder that tie us to the stars."
"Something unusual is happening in America right now, and hardly anyone is talking about it. More and more educated, working professionals are leaving the United States. When you listen to their reasons, you realize this goes beyond politics or economics. It's a deeper change in what life in America means today.
This real estate agent in Costa Rica sees it every day: Americans leaving their country because they feel desperate. What stands out most is her story about a psychiatrist who said, "I have lost all hope. My patients have lost hope, and what's worse is I have lost hope too." Imagine that - a mental health professional, whose job is to help people find hope, has given up on America.
The numbers are shocking: 744,308 job layoffs were announced in just the first half of 2025. That's a 220% increase. Even more, 34% of working Americans are 'functionally unemployed,' earning poverty wages with no benefits. That's the highest it's ever been. Unemployment numbers might look good on paper, but if a third of working Americans can't afford to live, those numbers are misleading. With tariffs adding $2,300 a year to family expenses, the economic system is failing most people while benefiting only the wealthy.
This isn't just about families making hard choices. It's a breakdown of the social contract that once made America appealing. Healthcare can bankrupt you. Children practice hiding from danger at school. Full-time work doesn't mean you can survive. The political climate is so toxic that even legal residents feel unsafe.These are not just policy failures. They are real problems that are causing people to leave the country their families have called home for generations.The people in these videos are not anti-American. They are heartbroken Americans who have reached their limit. They include teachers, nurses, psychiatrists, contractors, and parents - the backbone of any society. Now, they are choosing to leave.
The real question isn't whether America can afford to lose these people. It's what kind of country makes its own citizens leave to find basic human dignity. And even more important, what are we going to do about it? Right now, for millions of Americans, the land of the free has become a place people are desperate to leave."
"Gorgeous spiral galaxy NGC 3521 is a mere 35 million light-years away, toward the constellation Leo. Relatively bright in planet Earth's sky, NGC 3521 is easily visible in small telescopes but often overlooked by amateur imagers in favor of other Leo spiral galaxies, like M66 and M65. It's hard to overlook in this colorful cosmic portrait, though.
Spanning some 50,000 light-years the galaxy sports characteristic patchy, irregular spiral arms laced with dust, pink star forming regions, and clusters of young, blue stars. Remarkably, this deep image also finds NGC 3521 embedded in gigantic bubble-like shells. The shells are likely tidal debris, streams of stars torn from satellite galaxies that have undergone mergers with NGC 3521 in the distant past."
Like so many of the short poems of Yeats, it is hard to know what the poet had in mind, who exactly were the unknown instructors, and if unknown how could they instruct. But as I opened my volume of "The Poems" this morning, at random, as in the old days people opened the Bible and pointed a finger at a random passage seeking advice or instruction, this is the poem that presented itself. Unsuperstitious person that I am, it seemed somehow apropos, since outside the window, in a thick Irish mist, every blade of grass has its hanging drop.
Those pendant drops, the bejeweled porches of the spider webs, the rose petals cupping their glistening dew - all of that seems terribly important here, now, in the silent mist. There is not much good to say about getting old, but certainly one advantage of the gathering years is the falling away of ego and ambition, the felt need to be always busy, the exhausting practice of accumulation. Who were the instructors who tried to teach me the practice of simplicity when I was young - the poets and the saints, the buddhas who were content to sit beneath the bo tree while the rest of us scurried here and there? I scurried, and I'm not sorry I did, but I must have tucked their lessons into the back of my mind, a cache of wisdom to be opened at my leisure.
Whatever it was they sought to teach has come to pass. All things hang like a drop of dew upon a blade of grass."
"And why does it make you sad to see how everything hangs by such thin and whimsical threads? Because you’re a dreamer, an incredible dreamer, with a tiny spark hidden somewhere inside you which cannot die, which even you cannot kill or quench and which tortures you horribly because all the odds are against its continual burning. In the midst of the foulest decay and putrid savagery, this spark speaks to you of beauty, of human warmth and kindness, of goodness, of greatness, of heroism, of martyrdom, and it speaks to you of love.”
"Those of us who pursue positive change are very often frustrated. We see the necessity of change all too clearly, and we can explain how it should come about, but it never seems to happen. The truth, however, is that change does come; it just comes more slowly than we’d like, and in ways that differ from those we imagined.
One real change I like to point out is the passing of blind trust in politicians. In the 1950s and ‘60s, most people spoke of politicians with respect and even with reverence. Now it’s almost standard for people to agree that they’re liars and thieves. That’s a very significant change, even if it did take several decades to unfold. So, a significant change has occurred in our time, and over a very broad base. Still, most people are hanging on, and often desperately, to old ways that should really be abandoned.
The Automatic Benefit of the Doubt: It’s a bit troubling to see how blindly, and for how long, people give the benefit of the doubt to hierarchy and its operators. They can know that a system is abusing them, and they can complain about it at length, but still they grasp at reasons to keep believing in it.
Here’s what I mean: During the bad spots of the Middle Ages, people would be abused by the clergy but say, “If only His Holiness knew!” During the reign of the USSR, people in the Gulag would often say, “If only Stalin knew!” In our time, people hold Political Party A or Political Party B as grave evils, while pretending that the combination of A + B is good and noble.
Still, such blind biases do eventually break. Stalin, after all, is gone, along with his USSR. The Protestant reformation broke the domination of the Church. And the delusions of our time will die as well.
“Still, I look to Find a Reason to Believe”: If there were such a competition, I’d nominate Rod Stewart’s song, "Reason To Believe," as the Anthem of the Age. Regardless of how badly they are abused, people have a very hard time letting go of their hierarchies; they’ve taken emotional refuge in them, after all. Even when sharp pain forces them to examine the hierarchy that constantly tells them, “Obey or we’ll hurt you,” the impulse to maintain belief erupts. Here’s how the song expresses it:
"If I listened long enough to you,
I’d find a way to believe that it’s all true.
Knowing that you lied,
straight-faced while I cried.
Still I look to find a reason to believe."
Humans have a real problem with that last line: looking for reasons to believe. It flies in the face of both logic and honesty, but people not only do it, but vigorously defend it. As for specific reasons to believe, they’re endless. Seldom are humans quicker and cleverer than when justifying their previous actions.
Why This Is a Good Sign: When people are desperately grasping for reasons to believe, it’s because the benefit of the doubt is cracking beneath them. Otherwise, why would they fight so wildly? The circumstances of our modern world are propelling people toward this break. Every time a ruling system tells gigantic lies, censors the public square, surveils their own people and frightens the masses for their own benefit, belief in their system cracks a little.
More and more people are conceding that it’s not just “one bad actor” here or there, but that Joe Stalin really is evil, that the clergy really is corrupt, and that hierarchies are abusive by nature. The whirlwind of distractions and slogans arrayed against moral clarity are losing their effectiveness. Little by little, humanity’s blind devotion to authority is cracking. Someday, it will break."
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“The barbarian hopes, and that is the mark of him, that he can have his cake and eat it too. He will consume what civilization has slowly produced after generations of selection and effort, but he will not be at pains to replace such goods, nor indeed has he a comprehension of the virtue that has brought them into being. We sit by and watch the barbarian. We tolerate him in the long stretches of peace, we are not afraid. We are tickled by his irreverence; his comic inversion of our old certitudes; we laugh. But as we laugh we are watched by large and awful faces from beyond, and on these faces there are no smiles.“
