Storm Clouds

I went to Walmart to conduct some business, and by the time I left storm clouds had rolled in, like a metaphor for Western culture itself.

Perhaps you remember the lyrics of a '70s pop song, "Your future dream is a shopping scheme"? For "shopping scheme" read "strip mall," and it looks as though those are about to get washed away in the flood of peak retail meets static and declining wages, monster debt and the voracious maw of Big Government. I guess they'll be replaced by Dollar Stores, tire shops and Quinceanera vendors.

But maybe that's OK, maybe a society that's lost touch with reality, to the extent that it thinks gender is a mental construct, can go on forever until it rests in a golden trans utopia of frolicking rainbow unicorns. Who knows, perhaps a culture that actively encourages and subsidizes killing children in the womb, to the tune of $1 million a day, won't somehow commit demographic suicide.

Then again, others believe that as it was in days of Belshazzar, the writing's on the wall.

Mene, Mene,

LSP

Man-Made Being

Superman?

A churchman sent this in, from The Origins of Scientism by Voeglin:

“In retrospect the age of science will appear as the greatest power orgy in the history of mankind; . . . at the bottom of this orgy the historian will find a gigantic outburst of magic imagination after the breakdown of the intellectual and spiritual form of medieval high-civilization. The climax of this outburst is the magic dream of creating the superman, the man-made being that will succeed the sorry creature of God’s making.”

This is the End

That reminds me of Guardini's The End of the Modern World  (read it if you can) and I'd say it was pretty much right on target. So step away from the magic. Speaking of which, good to see Putin citing Berdyaev against the transnational secular elite, who seem hell-bent on recreating humanity in their own godless image.

I gave Holy Communion to five elderly ladies this morning. They were dicing when I arrived.

Well done,

LSP