Our ultimate fate as human beings lies in posing the question of our own  meaning. As writers, artists, etc. this is the always uncharted terrain we must never shy away from.  But to do so we must go beyond the dogmatic safety of the Western sociopolitical world, beyond the comfort of our conventional good and evil, and striding past the petrified political dive down into living Avernus, naked, risking everything, first and foremost our own sanity.  Otherwise, there is no real risk, nothing of any real value will be accomplished, and the work of our generation will ultimately be forgotten, as it will have nothing but brittle, ephemeral concretism to offer the visceral uncertainty of the future.