Imagine a world with no reprieve. A world without love, without the light of the church, a world with no hope. From birth children are raised on hatred and all they know is a life of abuse and malice. Those who survive this family torment bare deep and incurable scars on body and soul. As adults they enter the world of enterprise only to find greed, dishonesty and thievery at every turn. Maturity knows nothing of the increase of virtue but only an enlarged capacity to discover more vile and creative forms of deception and injury. The hunger for genuine love is never satisfied while instead they feed upon the poisonous love of self-interest and manipulation.
And nowhere can they find reprieve.
Imagine a world where there is no justice for the weak, no hope for the mistreated. Power is on the side of the oppressor. The strong wield their power like a scourge against any who cannot stand against them. Violence is the final arbiter, the judge who cannot be denied. Violence is the universal language all must speak to survive. Men of renown speak it with destructive eloquence, all who cannot master it are quickly silenced. The tears of the oppressed are ceaseless and bitter, and they have not comforter.
Imagine with me this world without hope; a world where the wise, if they could be found, have fled to the corners of the earth as if to jump off to escape this calamity. Every movement of the hearts of men are fear, lust and the longing for domination. Every inclination of the thoughts of their hearts are evil continually. There is no escape. There is no reprieve.
Imagine with me a world ripe for destruction. Imagine the world of Noah.