UPDATE – Apologies.  Still a little behind in my emails.

When time permits, I am working currently on several very interesting articles.  Among them are areas and names, such as McKeown, Irwin, Gilmore, Orr, Armstrong 1850s letter from Iowa, the Boer War Letter to a mother at Maghera Bank House, 1899 Cinematograph Entertainment at Tobermore, the Greenlough Charity Sermon, the Fighting Mulhollands, and the Kilrea Clerical Scandal of 1890.

William Butler Yeats

Anyways, back to the current.  I was drawn to something a top scientist said over the weekend, while speaking of these current times. He drew my memory back to a classic line from the great Irish poet William Butler Yeats, i.e.

“The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”

Robert W. Malone said:

the pool of global investment capital that is now revealed is completely amoral. It is an insatiable beast that seeks only one thing – to grow.  It has no other purpose.  This IS the “rough beast” foretold by Yeats in his great post-apocalyptic poem ‘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 the 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?