In a look at how war is being played out on CNN
, Amba of AmbivaBlog has assembled a disturbing post that is like postmodern art—a new, deeper meaning created out of otherwise bland cultural fabric. A truth uncovered in the white noise.
That truth? We are not in the best of times. A reality Amba conveys as she ends the post with Yeats’ famous poem, The Second Coming
I am sure the current Israeli-Hezbollah war has left many of us feeling apprehensive. Will this escalate? Are we deluding ourselves into thinking the conflict between Western values and Radical Islam will end without a world war? And, do we as a people have the strength and vision necessary to capably resolve the growing crises of the world?
That last question is as, if not more important than any other we may ask ourselves. In Amba’s post, the incongruity between fluffy-pseudo news and unyieldingly real news is starkly clear and truly unsettling. These times call for a serious, mature people—but we may not qualify.
Of course, my fears could be silly. It is entirely possible that all generations, in their short time here, feel as if the whole world is on the brink. Is it human nature to view our own times as the end times (if not THE end, at least the end of the world as we know it)?
We all live our lives perched on the precipice, knowing a swift wind will soon rise and send us tumbling. Is it any surprise that we believe our world is in the same precarious situation? Are our fears the same fears our ancestors once had? And, if so, did not the world go on after them, changed but hardly ended?
Yet, even as I write the above, I am not particularly comforted by it. I simply cannot shake the feeling that we are truly, truly, yes this time, truly on the brink. That weak wills, calcified minds and cruel hearts conspire to take us all down.
I would be depressed if not for my relentless belief that greatness will rise and pull us away from the cliff's edge. I see the superficiality in our culture but do not believe we are submerged by it. I see the insincerity and selfishness in our leaders, but do not believe they control us. I see the bitter, absurd divides in our culture but do not believe the rifts are irreparable.
I see us near the brink, yes, but not so weak that only one swift wind could end us. I think we can pull back. I think the fortitude is there. All we need to do is rise to the occasion. Easier said than done, but it would be foolish to think it impossible.