Great Wars, Tragedy, and Stones

We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.
-Fight Club

That last post trailed off. Sorry about that. I'll try again.

I’ve turned to stone. The world is Medusa: springing from her head are the snakes of postmodernism, television, materialism, fast food, false religions, the internet, nihilism, hyper-stimulation, fucking celebrity gossip. Each thing so deceptively different, yet all sharing the same venom of indifference. Paralyzed by numbness, I feel about as much as a stone.

Layers of rock have enveloped my soul. I feel tired. I feel weak. I focus my energy within and push outwards, but only manage to fracture the rock, and it splinters outward, reaching the surface. All I can do is pray that God will wash over me, letting His grace pour into me. With time, it will freeze, expand, and shatter the stone that I’m falsely sheltered beneath, praying for strength.