All the world is mad  Daytrotter Version

In his book “Heretics,” G.K. Chesterton says this of H.G Wells, which I feel ties in with this song on multiple levels:  ”He is still slightly affected with the great scientific fallacy; I mean the habit of beginning not with the human soul, which is the first thing a man learns about, but with some such thing as protoplasm, which is about the last. The one defect in his splendid mental equipment is that he does not sufficiently allow for the stuff or material of men. In his new Utopia he says, for instance, that a chief point of the Utopia will be a disbelief in original sin. If he had begun with the human soul—that is, if he had begun on himself—he would have found original sin almost the first thing to be believed in. He would have found, to put the matter shortly, that a permanent possibility of selfishness arises from the mere fact of having a self, and not from any accidents of education or ill-treatment. And the weakness of all Utopias is this, that they take the greatest difficulty of man and assume it to be overcome, and then give an elaborate account of the overcoming of the smaller ones.”

Some have already criticized this song, thinking it a defeatist’s manifesto of sorts; anyone who is familiar with my lyrics or outlook on life would seek a better explanation for why I’m digging into this dark place. As Chesterton implies, this topic is not a terminus, but examining it is foundational for building a coherent and holistic worldview. Those then that agree that “something has gone terribly wrong,” must find out why, and what, if anything, can be done about it.  - DK