Talking in Absolutes

We talked in such absolutes.  Things either glowed or they were dismal.  Around the corner was either the cataclysm we would welcome and hope others would dread.  Or else there was that new creation, the one that would make others wish they had listened.  We tended to write in archaic and apocalyptic phrases with a lot of exhortation and no little condemnation.  There were only two sides unless we were extolling diversity.  It was all so clear.  It was, of course, true in many ways but it is hard to stay on the ramparts when no one will change them.  When they instead want to walk around, not recognizing them for what we wanted them to be.  We talk no less in absolutes, or do so without the fervor.  I am not sure it is progress.  Maybe it is less without the anger, but it seems to be more.