Fireworks for Sunsets

After our discussion in the "forest" about the difference between modern society and the medieval one, I simply couldn't shake one idea. The medieval feels so much more substantial than the modern. With a belief in truth, and a respect for time and language, there is something very real and earthy about them. In our modern age where time not money is our prized commodity, we are not able to appreciate anything. The art of conversation has descended into text message abbreviations and the art of romance has been supplanted by eharmony.com

I cannot help but think that this phenomenon is a result of the objectification of basically everything due to the Enlightenment. We have rended the body from the soul and have removed the essence of the self from the form. You should not be able to summarize your "self" in 250 words because there is so much contained in the "self."

Medieval literature is heavy with the weight of the self, whereas modern literature is lacking in the sense that even the good stuff is an attempt to regain that which was lost., and in the very nature of the act of regaining, the outcome will be somewhat lacking, the idea of the self being almost violated because it is an imposed self rather than a natural one that I feel the Medievals had.

There is no more fascination in anything that is not quick. Our most stimulating things are marked not by substantiability, but rather by the shock value that they contain. We are all about continuous movement, whether up the socioeconomic ladder, or to a new partner, or new tv show. We are all to easily bored. We have false imitations of nature that excited because they stimulate as opposed to inspire. We have traded the quiet brilliance of the sunset for the loud artificial quickness of the firework.