We are modern to the extent that we understand the world as tragically
flawed but we resist the truth that would allow us to construct our
world after the manner of our personal desires and needs. We are anxious
that the truth, by revealing itself to us, will show us that the tragic
flaw resides in us and then we will have to drop all our laboriously
manufactured excuses and justifications for consisting in two halves
rather than being whole. And the truth is a person, is someone of whom
we are ashamed. We find him objectionable because he reminds us both of
our inhumanity and of our human-natural capacity for maturity and
growth.
