I’m in the process of writing a book on the plight of Western civilization, the last great hope of humanity.
The West is defined by its willingness to search for answers to questions that are without literal answers. Does God exist? Is there a meaning to life? What is morality? Why is there is Something Rather Than Nothing? Such metaphysical rebellion has been advantageous in utilitarian terms. But it has also caused us to lose touch with the spiritual dimension of reality and human nature. And our sense of humour. Thus we struggle to see an ironic opportunity for reason and language. Instead of seeking answers that aren’t there, perhaps we should be asking why radical scepticism is our reality, by design.
Here are a couple of excerpts from Chapter One: