I’ve always hated it when I see my favorite shirt or jacket, my favorite chair, and my beloved car start to fray at 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.