If reality today is different from the reality of 30 years ago, we can’t keep describing reality in the same way as we did 30 years ago.
“The nation stirred in its husk and slept again. / Two slabs of bloody meat lay folded on its eyes like wings. / Like a hard glossy painting the nation slept. / Who can invent a new fear? / Yet I have invented sin, thought Isaiah, running his hand over the knobs. / And then because of a great attraction between them— / which Isaiah fought (for and against) for the rest of his life— God shattered Isaiah’s indifference. / God washed Isaiah’s hair in fire. / God took the stay. / From beneath its meat wings the nation listened. / You, said Isaiah. / No answer.”
Anne Carson | “Book of Isaiah”