And yet there are signs of hope. Even as he wrote, he was aware of a striving for a new frontier in human existence. In its ignorance and self-satisfaction, in its pleasure-numbed idleness, the modern mind is ripe for colonisation. The modern mind is
tabula rasa. Virgin territory. The soul has its own irrepressible yearnings that will never be extinguished by the consumer goods and mental distractions of the modern age. A remnant exists, nurtured by its own nobility and discontent. And make no mistake: discontent has its own dynamics. If we accept that, then I suspect we are not at the end of history, we are at the beginning. The revolution is at hand.
