The pipes burst in your house. It's a disaster. Your possessions are soaked, floor boards are failing, and the forces of mold are gleefully standing by. You call a plumber who rushes over, but you don't let him get to work. Instead, you insist that he listen to your tale of the trauma you've been experiencing...while water continues to gush.I've resorted to a pretty extreme example to land my point about what we are devolving into. And even so, it doesn't read as oddly as it would have only ten years ago. Ten years forward from now, the average American will assume the story's ending was cut off. So what happened?
The craziest thing is that we yearn for a Messiah to come and make it all better when we work so staggeringly hard to stoke and flaunt our pain, and to suppress any intrusion of the clarity that might dispel it. We didn't nail up the last one due to misapprehension. It was our signature move. This world is, above all, a Messiah trap.
Further reading:
Solving Problem Solving
Waiting for David Copperfield
You Can Be The Messiah
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