What follows is a fable I wrote to visualize the development of progressivism in western society and how I see its future.
This is the last day of the old world.
Ahead of you, the Beast moves through the ruins. Each step shakes the ground beneath your feet. It is vast, powerful, and ancient. It has no mind, no mercy, no purpose. Only an endless, aching hunger.
Once, it was small. Four centuries ago, it crawled from the earth, burning with a strange and captivating light. The townsfolk gathered round. They marveled at its words of justice, its promises of a perfected world.
But paradise, it told them, requires sacrifice. The new world could only rise... (read 448 more words →)