KY Jon,
You reference "the second coming". Interestingly there is a poem by that name written by William Butler Yeats more than 100 years ago as a reflection on World War One, but which may provide some thought for today. Part of the first stanza goes:
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
God help us.
Last edited by Bob Beach; 07/01/24 08:35 AM.
