I’m surprised that Yeats wasn’t talked about more around Y2K. I think the poem (“The Second Coming”) was how for 2,000 years we go away from god, and then the next 2,000 we go back towards it, and on and on.
Maybe nobody talked about it because that idea is way too frikkin’ depressing.
More depressing is the idea that what’s coming is not what we think, but we’ll take whatever it is because we’re tired of waiting. Likely not talked about not because it’s too depressing, but because it’s too right… and only becomes more so as time passes.
Remember this in November.