Yesterdat I suffered a kind of depression that was both intensely personal and at the same time beyond personal. I was witnessing the most immoral and unethical human being I could imagine being inaugurated as president of the United States, and knowing, horrified, that a majority of Americans voted for him, even though Donald Trump's immorality and lack of ethics was and still is well known, How could they? What personal justification could have motivated them to vote for such evil? I thought of the following pome by William Butler Yeats
he Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)
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