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.
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:
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?