Hindsight is 20/20, so a reflection on postmodernism while we're still in the middle of postmodernism is a difficult task...though I think enough time has passed to conclude that the philosophy is destructive to our souls, at least.
To be blunt, postmodernism makes me sick. This isn't a judgement, but a visceral reaction. The trends in art, architecture, and literature during this era reflect a negative spiritual shift.
This begs the question...does life imitate art, or vice versa? "Both," I am tempted to reply. Essentially, though, these changes have a spiritual origin. This is where reality springs from. The physical world reflects the spiritual state of humanity.
The direction in which society is headed chills me to the bone. A benevolent hand is not guiding this progression. By allowing us free will, God is not fully in charge of what happens in this fallen world...not yet. Postmodernism is led by the human heart, which is wicked and deceptive.
For instance, the war on men is a postmodern phenomenon. Manhood was once synonymous with virtue, but now both virtue and manhood are made fun of. Postmodern people have convinced themselves that evil is good, and good is evil.
Nature doesn't follow these movements. There is still innocence in animals that humanity lacks. Nature has been tainted by the Fall, but animals were not the ones to eat the forbidden fruit.
We live in an unsettling, interesting time. This age is amoral, asexual, atheistic....Humanity has abandoned God and moral judgement. Life has become subjective, self-absorbed, all about the individual. And since we have no standard of values, we have few good leaders and thinkers in this era. What else might we expect from a culture that despises truth, beauty, and love?
