I had coffee today with a fellow baby boomer and we were bemoaning the state of our times. It is in our nature to often think the worst of things, that the world is in chaos and that things are headed in the wrong direction and even that the end times are upon us. We are always trying to seek a way back to a simpler time, when things were better, safer. We yearn for yesterday. Thus the powerful allure of nostalgia. We always remind ourselves to guard against the sky is falling, doomsday predictions, as difficult as that may be.
It is hard to deny, however, that the world has turned. In the immediate aftermath of Paris and San Bernardino, with the rise of Islamic terror not seen in the Western world since the Ottomans were besieging Vienna at the end of the 17th Century, all perspectives have changed. Unease has fallen over us.