"We live in the time of no room, which is the time of the end. The
time when everyone is obsessed with lack of time, lack of space, with
saving time, conquering space, projecting into time and space the
anguish produced within them by the technological furies of size,
volume, quantity, speed, number, price, power and acceleration.
The primoridial blessing, “increase and multiply,” has suddenly
become a hemorrhage of terror. We are numbered in billions, and massed
together, marshalled, numbered, marched here and there, taxed, drilled,
armed, worked to the point of insensibility, dazed by information,
drugged by entertainment, surfeited with everything, nauseated with the
human race and with ourselves, nauseated with life.
As the end approaches, there is no room for nature. The cities crowd
it off the face of the earth. As the end approaches, there is no room
for quiet. There is no room for solitude. There is no room for thought.
There is no room for attention, for the awareness of our state.
In the time of the ultimate end, there is no room for us…"
--Thomas Merton
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