I confess that I am now constantly stalked by the feeling that we are slipping into the new Dark Ages.
I know, I know – yes, I am a well known alarmist and yes, I do always see the bad side of everything. That said, I cam rapidly coming the to the point that I wonder if there is any chance we are in a situation that we can recover from.
The Social Contract feels more fragile than I think I can remember it feeling in my lifetime, with scarcely anything holding us together. It feels as if it would take one good shock – one – to burst the last tenuous bands asunder and leave us flying in the wind.
And that fear of the social contract is domestic only; it leaves alive the international social contract which seems even more rent and tattered. It feels as if we are not already at war we soon shall be – over conflicts that really have little to do with our safety. (Yes, the current standoff in Syria between the US and Russia scares me to death. Insert Fred Thompson quote: “This will get out of control. This will get out of control and we will be lucky to live through it.”)
What do I do in this time? I find myself almost bifocused – looking on the one hand to events that seem to be accelerating every day and on the other closer and closer to home and hearth: reading, downsizing, looking for ways to do around the house instead of doing afar off. One, I suppose, satiates my need for being ahead of the curve; the other gives me focus on the things I can do.
One wonders if Cassandra felt the same way.