More from Four Quartets. The modern situation is one of distraction: all information is propaganda, and the real must be supplanted with virtual reality. Too many people believe their statistical models, not enough doubt the theories, and use their traitorous lies to see the poverty that exists.
Perhaps Eliot was prophetic.
Here is a place of disaffection
Time before and time after
In a dim light: neither daylight
Investing form with lucid stillness
Turning shadow into transient beauty
With slow rotation suggesting permanence
Nor darkness to purify the soul
Emptying the sensual with deprivation
Cleansing affection from the temporal.
Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
T. S. Eliot
I have many little bits of paper, credentials, certificates, gained with much effort. But I know in the long term they are all for naught. What matters is that I act on the reality of this life: and that should involve God.
For the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom.