Yup! Adam died, a tad short of 1,000 years old. That is called a day in God's chronology. He died in less than a day, in other ways, in the divine way of reckoning human existence. He lived less than a day, in other words, when he could have lived forever on earth, happy and blessed. He really did die the "day" he ate of the forbidden fruit. It just didn't seem like it (but, spiritually, he was already dead, of course, and it just took his body some more time to follow suit). So, with this negative example starting the human story on earth, what can we expect that his descendants (and we include ourselves, don't we?) will evidence similar bad choices and similar lunacies. Yet, as I said, secular humanism is a philosophy and a religion combined, that somehow encourages lunacy to break forth and express itself beyond the limitations it knew in the past. Now the limitations in past times no longer hold. Lunacy is free, thanks to secular humanism, to express itself fully, and with hardly any fear of consequences, except death, of course. Lunacy is applauded and awarded, in fact. Lunatics are given a lot of money too. Lunatics are made the most powerful leaders of nations, large and small. Lunatics become teachers, diplomats, and business people, and, yes, they preach from the pulpits all across America. Lunacy is HIGHLY fashionable--and it pays too. You don't get far if you maintain and insist on sanity in a culture that supports and rewards the opposite. To be politically correct, you have to be a lunatic. To be sane, you must accept shunning, reproach, dislike, even lost promotions and outright persecution. Folly, or CULTURAL, INTELLECTUAL, RELIGIOUS, SOCIAL, UNIVERSAL, AND INDIVIDUAL Lunacy, has triumphed in post-modern American culture. If you don't think so, look again at the headlines and the news feature stories of the day and the week. What do they tell you? The envelope of lunacy is being pushed out, every minute! We are on the verge of creating, thanks to secular humanism, an insane asylum out of Planet Earth, particularly with the media-fostered and elites' support of the hysteria surrounding the Covid-19 virus and its "variants". There is no limit to our outrageous exhibitions of our lunacy, seemingly. But someday we will pay the piper--the one in the striped pants and pointy cap with the pipe in his mouth. He led us to destruction, we will find--but then it will be too late to turn around. Stuart Hawkins wrote a fine poem about a man who turned round, just in the knick of time, and frantically beat his way through the "madding crowd" of his fellow fools and lunatics and made it back somehow to the narrow gate that leads to life. You can access this poem at the Poetry center on NW Poetry.