There’s something about the whole polemic against liberal values and institutions in the name of “tradition” that unnerves me on a biological level.
In this age of chaos and change, my genetic disposition – optimized as it is for survival and moreover for the flourishing of life – recoils at the instinctive retreat into the familiar patterns of the herd.
That way lies death.
I honor what is customary as the basic modality of civilized life – but it can never be allowed to calcify into an irrational restraint on human progress, let alone a steel track running off an existential cliff.