This was inspired by an article I read a while back on the impact of relativism on language and how little we are willing to commit to any statements of certainty. The original article was written by Taylor Mali.

Taylor Mali said it best -
Our quickness of thought has fled the nest!
Forced, by the lack of comfort we feel
For things that are certain, convincing, and real.

For language is the child of thought,
And thought has lost it's bearings.
Above the noise, our cry - quite certain -
"No absolutes!" reeks of herring.

No wonder then, that we
The children of our parents,
Speak with trepidation now
With voices un-apparent.

We are unsure of anything;
We do not trust our senses;
We're left alone to wander,
Our words trailing our penses.