I find myself returning, time and again, to the question: What does it mean to live in an age where so many structures of meaning-so many once-solid points of reference-seem to be either absent or constantly shifting? The more I observe, the clearer it becomes that this is not simply a personal dilemma, nor even a regional one; it's the crisis of a secular world, a time in which the bedrock of existential certainty feels more like quicksand. I...