Secular Winds . . . and Whirlwinds
New Zealand is a proudly secular country. In this it is not alone: most Western countries either share the vanguard with us, or are fast followers in the drive to work out the secularist mantra: "Man is the master of all things, and nothing human is foreign to me".
The seedlings of secularism began in the Enlightenment, but have since grown into mighty trees. There are no chainsaws in sight. The forest is now in full bloom, and the fruits of secularism are ripening. But some are starting to complain that the taste of the fruit is a bit off.
Once we were able to see the blue sky. Once we could see the sparkling lights of the Milky Way. Now there is just the close, fetid air of Fangorn. The secularist state has become our father, our mother, our nursery, our sustainer and provider, our Great White Hope. The state has become our grand insurance policy, and, as Neddie Seagoon once observed, insurance is the White Man's Burden.
What does the secularist regime actually look like, metaphors aside?