WOW. Enough of this nonsense. The focus on the apocalypse made me think of Yeats. I love this poem, and it more closely reflects my uncertainty in the saving power of institutionalized religion, and indeed in religion in general. If there is a god, I certainly don't need some intermediary of a church to negotiate my experience with Her :)
I also like the world becoming more secular. I thinks it's progress. Even if religion persists, the fact that humanity can question and formulate alternatives to the oppressive and damaging religious influence of the past is progress in and of itself.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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