by Andy Nowicki
The monstrous predominance of default agnosticism—the reflexive
mindset of our era—reinforces a terrible gloominess in the sensitive soul.
Those of a more obtuse psychic composition
are able to avoid the snares inherent in such a circumstance, since—being frivolous
by nature or by habit—they can slough off such rhetoric with the sort of automatically-generated
aplomb supplied by their carelessly-cultivated shallowness. Unfortunately, it cannot
be so for those mindful enough to follow premises through to their logical
conclusions. These instead are like the one who, in the words of T.S. Eliot,
found himself “much possessed by death/ And saw the skull beneath the skin.”
For such as Eliot’s protagonist, being smacked in the face with the prospect of
moribund, maggoty meaninglessness is simply too much to endure. Such seekers as
these are aware of a need for greater nourishment than what they are being
offered, else they will starve.
