Oh, God of doubt, hear a whiff of my prayer! Take from my sight these mediocre kings of modernity, who’ve extinguished their capacity to question! They’ve killed God but only as a means of stamping out all uncertainty!
God, give us back our pervasive doubt, which is another way of asking for your great return! Hope springing from an underlying fear, a conscious threshold deep within our being, which also opens to purest humanity!
Who are the true enemies of our society’s best prospects? The self-assured! Those without doubts will not heed even the evidence of a burning world. The perfection of their non-doctrine doctrines has bloomed within them, as such they have no need to care for the ruined soil of outside reality. Soil they themselves have ruined with ash.
Our last chance is headed for an Irish exit. Oh, Western world, will your legacy leave without so much as a goodbye? The greatness of the Renaissance sleeps in another room out of memorial earshot, to be burned with the rest of the edifice overnight. By the flames of self-assured resentment and self-important impotence!
Oh, what awaits us here? We’ve landed on this, the decisive year! Days saved up for the big purchase! How far is the descent? The moment of crisis has been stretched as far as it could - for the sake of its spiritual edge? The operation nearly beginning, do we step back from this (aforementioned) conscious threshold?
The dangers of anesthesia are that it’s general. When you’ve undertaken certain cures, they are all-consuming. The pain deadened, but pleasurable sensations face the same merciless bouncers - and are turned away without distinction. We are here, at the crossroads of this discovery. In one direction: the agitation and turbulence that naturally accompany unrestrained flights of wonder. As for the other: daily injections, not of meaning but of something far shallower but more pervasive.
Give us back a life nebulous and strange and filled with obscure hopes! Every tomorrow is a possible cliff, excitement without assurance is excitement as it should be! Let us dance down precarious paths, holding on to fantastic doctrines and outlandish rituals for support as we do. Because doubt keeps our sensibilities keen, the implausibility of our guiding beliefs is actually a feature and not a bug! Not being assured of any specific cure, we maintain extreme openness and vulnerability to it approaching from any angle, at any given hour! And when we find even a hint of it, we cling to it like one does a passionate love affair - jealously guarding against its loss! Torrid moments of meaning to combat the universe’s great scientific chill!
Oh, true unbelievers, nothing is less inspiring than your total assurance! Your lack of curiosity regarding life’s biggest questions astounds me almost as much as the meaning of the universe itself! Without questions, you demand no explanations. What is life for you? A question clouded over but never to storm. Without the strength of an individually-born belief, you follow a silencing science.
Come, ye doubters! I preach this to you: doubt! It’s the best cure for the evils of modernity. What does the world need more of? Questions, friends, questions! And one day, from our greatest unanswerable questions, I foresee something truly inexplicable happening. Like a virgin birth, from them a new faith will arise.