A Herman Melville Moby Dick utterance warned: "If hereafter any high cultured, poetical nation, shall lure back to their birthright, the merry May-day gods of old; and livingly enthrone them again in their egotistical sky; on the now unhaunted hill; then be sure, exalted to Jove's high seat, the great Sperm Whale shall lord it."
OMG, I think a modest substituting of "Orange for Sperm" renders this prophecy near come true. Clearly Nietzsche's "God is Dead" pronouncement some years later either didn't gain traction or experienced a major blow-back. We are, at moment, awash in the "May-day" gods of old", at least from St. Augustine to Orange County, and indeed guess who is "lording" this resurrected self-deceiving life. Yes, it is The Orange Whale, Donald T, the Lord of you and me. For his faithful, well I guess they have acquired a heightened sense of entitlement while awaiting their promised eternal life. For those opposed, it has brought what David Foster Wallace called a "stomach-level sadness". I guess that if Jesus doesn't return pretty soon, we're gonna descend into a final nihilism so deep that the Infinite Wars will consume us all.