All of these things I have written are meant to encourage people to stop and think for just a moment about how we, as a culture, have arrived at such a state of moral bankruptcy. I don't mean because of phenomena like gratuitous celebrity or disproportionate wealth, reprehensible as they may be: I mean because our civilization is slowly burning itself to death. We live by a mantra of incremental suicide. Only an inner spiritual quest will bring us to the kind of radical renunciation that is needed to preserve our world. Rather than seeking stimulation from vain and worldly possessions, we must experience a dionysian, spiritual splendor. Only in this way will we know again the kind of personal integrity of our ancestors, who were in spiritual harmony with the earth.
We must explore ourselves as the anonymous author of The Cloud of Unknowing recommends:
Make you your sorrow earnestly,
And know not only what you be,
But also figure
that you be,
For here’s the greater mystery.
For them who never felt of this,
An even greater sorrow is:
For they know only sorrow’s flaws.
This perfect sorrow, when ’tis known,
Purges the soul and makes it clean,
Clean of sin and clean of pain
That it deserves for doing sin;
Because of this, your soul is free
And able to receive that joy,
Which latches on to your life’s rope,
And reeves from you your highest hope,
Until you stir to stop the sting
And burn and burden of your being.
In sorrow, be it true conceived,
You have your holiest hope received:
That sorrow so exceeding deep
Who could abide or bear it up?
For were your soul not sometime fed
With comfort that the life you led
Had something worthy put therein,
How then could you bear the pain?