Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The quote by WB Yeats “The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity” is so true, bearing in mind where we find
ourselves at the moment. I have just been watching Civilisation on BBC
iPlayer. Never seen it before. I must admit I was very impressed
particularly the last episode. It was filmed in 1969 and its call to
humanism and education and tolerance almost seemed as though they were
from a totally different time.
My innate optimism says this is but a blip in the road but my heart
thinks it is something much worse.