The Barren Tree of Democracy
Why do we sit continually under this barren tree? Why do we not curse it, as Christ cursed the barren fig tree that gave him no fruit when he hungered?

Is humanity returning to a dark age? The progressive weakening of any assumption of transcendence presents us with a dilemma. Enemy worlds clash and each proclaims its own truth. But the poor are increasingly poor, the elderly increasingly lonely, the weak increasingly fragile. And as life slips away, we see only drawn faces, deep wounds, a delusional view of the world. Can we do anything to change this fate?



