The irony is that the same postmodernist also believes that he or she knows more than anybody else—that there are no absolutes, no patterns that are always true. We end up with a being who is both godlike (“I know”) and utterly cynical (“I have to create my own truth because there are no universal patterns”). This is a terrible dilemma with which to live. It is an impossible burden which earlier generations never presumed to carry. No wonder depression and suicide now affect even children’s lives to such a degree!
This the problem in a nutshell.
