“Here is the real core of the religious problem: Help!” - William James
Have you noticed recent preparations for a great retreat? Oh, humanity, do we comprise a definition too long to complete? Where once we strained our eyes, do we now consent to muddled obscurity? Long since exiled from the animal kingdom for hubris (and more!), do we humbly seek pardon and ask permission to return, promising to discard all abstractions and ideals that precipitated the original break? Are we teetering on the verge of renouncing the title of humanity?
Every immediate gratification hushes some more eternal question. The advance of the sciences increases our material comforts while simultaneously stripping us of spiritual consolations. What is left of our defenses now that we've ceased paying the Gods who were once our reliable mercenaries? If there is nothing left to pray to in the distances, should we even consider them? Tomorrow is a bad road if it leads to our weakest link. As such, many propose it be closed indefinitely. Is today the last day for tomorrow?
Is that what we're doing, packing by consuming? Are we preparing for an inevitable retreat to utter materialism and pure sensation? Once we've lost the answers, is the only sensible thing left to do to lose the questions too?
No.