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My face is contorted in terror and my mouth is wide open. I’m ready to scream that you’re in danger. That you’re on a speeding train which is about to go off a cliff. But no words come out, because I know you won’t understand my warning.

Imagine you desperately needed and wanted to warn someone that something terrible was about to happen, but the two of you spoke different languages. That’s what this feels like.

My words of warning can coming pouring out of my mouth, but almost nobody will hear. Those who do hear will shrug. Even the ones who find my words interesting — or who might suspect I might be right — will go right about their business. The show must go on.

No matter what I do, the grand entertainment of modern American culture will roll right on without me. This dysfunctional culture has no time to listen to something which can’t be presented in the form of entertainment.

And I’ve discovered that I don’t know how to entertain you while I beg you to learn an intellectual and cultural context which is more terrifying than entertaining.

I tried. I really did. But it just doesn’t work.

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Evan Bialosuknia is a 17-year-old boy who’s a senior at Olympia High School in Orlando, Fla. Those are objective facts.

But Evan has decided he’s really a girl, so you’ll be called a bigot if you point out he’s a guy. This is the insanity of the philosophy behind the far left in this culture today. Objective truth has become offensive to the shrieking banshees who control what you’re allowed to say.

Evan has been elected homecoming queen for his high school. Who you read the flood of media accounts, this is being celebrated as a historic milestone for “transgender” students. All the stories even refer to Evan as “she” and “her.”

This isn’t because it represents reality. It’s because intellectual bullies have made up bizarre new rules for others to follow — and those who don’t agree are accused of hate and bigotry.

Our culture is so dysfunctional that simple objective facts are considered hate.

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I finally have a name for what’s been going on inside me for close to 15 years. I’ve been having a “spiritual emergency.”

I’ve been struggling to be who I really am in a postmodern culture that says material reality is the only reality.

We have the trappings of spiritual life, but very little of its substance. Politicians talk about God and appeal to his name and authority. Preachers build empires that cater to the social needs of middle-class families.

Families participate in religious groups — churches, synagogues, whatever — to provide structure and values for children. Singles show up to find dates and mates. And various other people who feel the need for something spiritual missing in their lives show up in hopes of touching some unseen wisp of something they can’t name.

But if you take it too seriously, we’ll send you to see a shrink. If you have spiritual experiences of the sort that have been common to people of every human culture, we’ll say you have a mental illness. If you talk of the spirit living after this body has died, we will call you superstitious.

If you take anything spiritual very seriously, we’ll call you crazy. We’ll look down on your primitive superstition and tell you to trust science.

I’ve been in rebellion against all this. I wanted more than the feel-good experiences of a religious life. I needed to take Truth seriously. That’s brought me into conflict with my culture. It’s been a spiritual emergency — because spiritual emergence was going on.

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