The Enlightenment ended at noon on January 20, 2017.
All the tenets of the Enlightenment, such as reason instead of tradition and democracy instead of tyranny, have now been revoked.
The United States Constitution, containing all the hopes and dreams of the Enlightenment, died the very moment the liar who took the oath of office promised to protect it.
The Constitution got us from 1787 to the very beginning of 2017, exactly 230 years. In a few years, if we can find a copy, we might be able to dust off and use it again.
Reality itself has been locked in a box and hidden away from the prying fingers of a potential new Pandora.
Whenever world events throw a dark cold blanket over my heart, I turn to W. H. Auden and his poem, “In Memory of W. B. Yates.” Here is the way Auden ended his poem, which he wrote in 1939. It is still appropriate today.
In the nightmare of the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate;
Stares from every human face.
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse.
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days,
Teach the free man how to praise.
All I have to add is a Spanish word (stolen from the Arabic): Ojala.