The end of the end of the era

Derrida died today. With him goes the postmodern tradition.

We are left watching as our collective thoughts boomerang backwards from the parabolic peak of postmodernism. We are left tentatively grasping to whatever stable pieces of rationalism we can hold on to, like shipwreck survivors hoping for planks of wood.

We are left wondering if the human spirit, caught up in its ever increasing tasks, has the energy still to yell loudly and defiantly into the wind.