I went to Keyport yesterday to buy seafood. It was a beautiful clear day, with the sun low in the sky and shining on New York City across the bay. It made me think of a line from America the Beautiful: “Thine alabaster cities gleam…”
It looked magical, a shining city, not of this world. It looked like Camelot. Could you really go there, or was it just a vision?
But it was a mirage. You couldn’t see the crime, the corruption, the ruinous taxes, or the thousands of New Yorkers fleeing the bizarre comedy staged by Mayor Bill “DeBlasio” (not his real name) and Gov. Andrew “America was never that great” Cuomo. It was an illusion.
Like so much else in this era of a fallen world, it was only an illusion.
What a sad and disappointing time in our nation. If not for the Lord, I would be in despair.
That’s the trouble with postmodernism — when you’ve declared that there’s no such thing as objective reality, then all you have left is fake.