The Devils’ Citadel

As people reflect on the chasm that separates their experience from that of their grandparents, everyone is confused.
As people reflect on the chasm that separates their experience from that of their grandparents, everyone is confused.
We need more than genealogies to know who we are, and who we ought to become.
Monarchy and its symbols seem to retain an allure that is hard to resist—even if in jest.
The stage set becomes, in effect, a metaphor for the way individuality has been crushed in the modern world.
In trying to get a little for myself, why must I push someone else down?
Perhaps our interconnectedness would be more self-evident if only each of us were more vigilant and watchful for our deep connections with each other.