We live in a world today that is intricately connected to the social world. Society and our place in the community define who we are and what our purpose is. However in a fragmented socio-cultural world with a lack of collectivity, individual autonomy and the narrative of the Self must define itself in a backdrop of disunity. Who we are as individuals and what narrative we choose defines our identity as such and such with such and such responsibility giving us purpose in the world. In a time of cultural crisis the multitude left to their isolated autonomy has nothing to base there individuality. The narrative of modernity no longer leads to a fulfilling life abundant with social beauty. On the contrary, modernity has brought us to a world without purpose, full of twisting roads ending in dead end narratives full of materialism and isolation.
The idealism of the past has been lost, a transcendent longing for a world beyond the empirical world of the senses. A place where one can find social collectivity in a world that is their own, a place that gives meaning to there individual isolation. We will the world into existence out of nothing, where “here I am” takes on significance beyond the physical. It is the artistic and imaginative faculties that help our individuality find a collectivity beyond mere words. A world isolated, in its own self perpetual identity, beyond what can be seen with the eye. Only the spiritual eye of the believer can penetrate the depth of the created glory, full of creatures ascending and descending the ladder that reaches to the soil of earth.
