Today, we stand upon shifting sands: a new age is upon us. All around us there are signs that mankind is no longer the animal it used to be. It is not the end of the world that comes for us now, but the end of the world as we know it. As the old ways pass on, their legacy remains, continued in a new world order. It is not the death of tradition that I herald, but the birth of a new one.
And we as individuals, we must become more than what we were. We will always be the animals we were, but does that mean that we cannot be more? Why do we continue as mere artists or business men or politicians or scientists when we have the faculties to be all of these things? The man of the new age is master of many things, player of all the instruments by which he may act out his will and pursue his dreams.
Yet changing times may only be sustained by changing people. It is no longer the weakness of our limbs, nor the distance of our sight that holds us back, but the terror of our twisted designs. Mastery and craft create many things, great and terrible things. Man’s pursuits have given birth to great power, yet power requires a delicate balance: abuse of such power would bring about irrevocable consequences. We can no longer don the trappings of a past filled with blood and tears, for this time we will not survive a repetition of the mistakes that have haunted us since the dawn of civilization. Instead we must battle our fear, our hatred, and our excess, for these are now our greatest foes.
A man of the new age wages war not with the world, but with himself.