In the modern age we denounce our beliefs. As a result we cannot settle on any one thing. We are always in the mindset that what exists will no longer "be" in the blink of an eye. Therefore, we tend to focus more on our own consciousness rather than the crumbling structures outside ourselves. One must not forget then, to be wary of the temptation to place folly in the space that false-beliefs once filled.
If those who came before us found their passions in that which we toss away as broken childrens toys, what then can we feel for? What can inspire us? When so much territory of art (that sacred craft) has "been done", is it our fate to tread over old, overdone styles?
Love endures regardless of what we uncover about what emotions are composed of biologically. Passion for life endures when the mythic stories of the religions of our forefathers have been denounced. That passion is not gone when we toss Moses and Jesus to the garbage heap- on the contrary, the the passions are purified when we liberate ourselves from those rusty old machines. Those irrational fears can cause only harm, cripple the spirit, and misguide the individual.
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