It’s often atheist writers who touch on some of the most profound questions

The medieval mystic Julian of Norwich during one of the outbreaks of the Black Death in England:

All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.

I hope that the most significant truth of all, that despite pain and terror, ignorance and stupidity, disease and death, despite all of these everything is ultimately OK.

— The Bishop of Southwark

Middle-class child neglect
A crunchy issue; as Mr Dreher and his readers ask, ‘What exactly are conservatives conserving?’ There’s industriousness and then there’s Scrooge.

We don’t need to ask any more who tucks them up at night, takes them to school, listens to their Homeric summaries of Harry Potter books, buys them Start-rites, takes them to the dentist, finds out they’re upset, do we?

Because it’s not you two, the parents, who gave them life. No, it’s more likely to be Agnieszka from Gdansk, who doesn’t really give a monkey’s.

Or as the precocious tot in Waugh’s A Handful of Dust said, knowing what was up, ‘That’s ’cos she’s paid to.’

Farming out child-rearing is the upper-class way but:

... there is definitely evidence that the middle classes are producing their own, quasi-feral generation of children (sorry, I simply can’t type kids), only in their own, very different, handwringingly guilt-ridden, overcompensating way.

Are we living in the last century of our civilisation?
Even with peak oil we believe by faith Julian of Norwich is right

From Titus 1:9.