Paradise Lost Again
I've just read Milton's Paradise Lost for the third time. But this time I did not spurn it as obsolete mythology. I honored it as actual history. Dynamic inner history, happening on subtler planes of energy and consciousness, in the causal realm behind the surface of the material world, where a very real struggle takes place between angelic and demonic powers. I know how old fashioned it sounds, but in my dotage this reading of Milton explains the drama behind earth's theater much better than the smug materialism of Marxist economics, Freudian psychology, or sophomore sociology class. The astral conflict in the subtle realm backstage can no longer be contained inside us. Now it overflows into the plane of our sensory experience. In Shakespeare's words, "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." The moral relativism of our intellectual class is impotent when trying to explain why seemingly stable people suddenly perform...