The sick part is, you knew it was only a matter of time.
You have tried your best to steer the ship back on-course, time and again you have struggled to re-frame the relationship, to capture that old spark (which was the beauty of what could be), but she is set in her course.
“Since the Reformation the world has as regularly been retrograding in whatever belongs to the departments of genius, taste and art, as it has been progressing in physical science and its application to mechanical construction. [... N]ow the world seems to regard nothing as desirable except what will make money and what costs money. There is not a poet, an orator, a sculptor, or painter in the world. The tedious elaboration necessary to all the productions of high art would be ridiculed in this money-making, utilitarian, charlatan age. Nothing now but what is gaudy and costly excites admiration. The public taste is debased.”
- George Fitzhugh, Sociology for the South, 1854
“History is clearly marked by the progressive descent of civilization, power and values from the level of the highest caste to that of the lowest.”
- Julius Evola, The Path of Cinnabar, 1972
