I’ve always hated it when I see my favorite shirt or jacket, my favorite chair, and my beloved car start to fray a the edges, get faded, tattered, and finally ragged along all the beautiful lines planes, and colors that had been so dear and comforting to me and now I see and feel that same loss, sorrow, and impending death as my culture, my civilization, Western Civilization seems to be falling to the same fate. I tremble in this thought.