In our will to rule we waste and ruin.
Our age yet awaits its Arthur, a king so keen that he can not only extract Excalibur but also exalt humanity simultaneously. We have sought vainly politically. It has the words but not the will to redeem, especially if redemption benefits universally. It would rather palaver than pull the sword, being bound by allegiances too narrow to hold. Even so, the age awaits Arthur's emergence and groans daily for his appearance. Many contend, and even more pretend because they know instinctively their hypocrisy. Yet the opportunity entices. Afterwards, however, Excalibur remains and they leave with sore hands. Even then, however, the age awaits. It can do no less if it would survive. (http://www.joelbryant1.com/ )