We live in the last, golden days of the Age of Enlightenment. Already the old institutions are crumbling into decay. Slowly, ever so slowly – and ever so inexorably. The world is no longer what it was.
That, of course, is always the case. But the world to come… that world will have little enough of light in it.
In saying this, do I sound just like those doomsday prophets of old? Gaunt madmen who preached the impending apocalypse and the end of the world, gripping the Bible in their bony hands and trying to convince the uncaring multitudes of their visions of doom?
Yes, just like them, indeed… Except for this: I do not preach, and I hold no holy book in my hand. My faith is not one of religion but of humanity. And my scripture is no single text or tome, written by feverish hermits claiming to hear the voice of God, but the tattered and blood-stained history of human civilisation itself.
And what I foresee is not doom, but darkness.
– Northern Dragon © 2019. All rights reserved.