Third Wave World

We have grown up in what I will call a third wave world, a world of political correctness, where we have sought the comfort of, well, comfort, of confirmation, rather than the discomfort of truth. “Biological” brings with it a mace that strikes us on the very untwanged strings of our beings. We are like old men grown used to one type of meal. After so long in our sunlight, we fear the probing flashlight, the harsh microscope. It is unlikely we’d seek a foreign hand to strum our chords, knowin...