Waiting for the Fall

As he watches the world become ever more empty of meaning and value and as man is ever more driven only by his own selfish pursuits, he sighs. He yearns for the time when man fought and believed; when a horizon was longer than a mere lifetime. When every meaning did not end at the fulfilment of a desire.
And yet as he comes to perceives himself, he wonders if he is not merely a remnant of older ways; a relic of a dying age. This very thought, of him out of tune with the present, takes away all strength for action. How can you fight for something which is no longer true? Which is disproving itself in front of your very eyes?
He can find no reason to look back. For it is reason that is the culprit. Reason that is so weak, so impotent, that it cannot but doubt. And in the face of doubt; what does man have but his own desires?
Yet, silently he waits. For in doubt there is hope. Hope that progress will bring ruin. Reason tells him that man cannot live by reason alone; without ideals and faith. The fall will come, and after the fall, will come the rise. And with it the belief in the Good and Just and True will return. Reason cannot but look forward; and pray that tomorrow will be better. Yet he knows; the future belongs to the past.