Stories of social decay are gleefully published by the media on a daily basis. A small audience pumps the fist in exaltation; an equally small audience sighs in despair. Most continue to pout and take selfies, or play video games, oblivious to the subtle and delicate nature of the civilization that is passing.
None understand the cause of the degradation. Humanity aimlessly wanders the shallows that meander between the shadow of the intellectual peaks. People fail to see that which sits within view if they could only raise their downcast eyes.
Humanity’s story is the story of Gold. As its introduction into the marketplace began the long process that took us from primitive tribalists, to the intellectual peaks of the 19th century, so its withdrawal is inexorably returning us from whence we came.
The Egyptians were astute when they made the symbol for the Sun and Gold one and the same. In the manner that everything in our solar system, from inconsequential motes to planets, revolves faithfully around the Sun, so everything in our civilisation, from morality and prosperity to reason itself, revolves faithfully around Gold.
The withdrawal of Gold from circulation in the early 20th century marked the peak of human greatness.
The spark that lit the fire of civilisation is now almost extinguished. Gold will burst into glorious lustre again, but if history is any guide, not for a few thousand years.