Two Roads

In some ways I believe, Robert Frost’s 1915 poem, “The Road Not Taken” can in some ways be read as metaphor for the West in modern times.  Of course the poem has a “happy ending” with the narrator (Frost) taking the “road less traveled” and being better off for having done so.

However, I fear that we will not have a happy ending in the West because our elected leaders in the West seem to prefer the “well trod path” that many other decadent and dying civilizations have taken: a well worn path that leads to an abyss.

Here is the poem:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Many times in our history, the history of the West, we have come to that metaphorical fork in the road, where two roads diverge, and we must take one; we cannot chose to travel both.  So we make our choice, and as with individuals, so it is with nations and civilizations.  Sometimes we make the right choice, sometimes we do not.

In 1683, (two years before J. S. Bach was born) at the Gates of Vienna, we turned back a massive Muslim army who’s sole objective was to bring Western Europe under the brutal yoke of Islam by fire and sword.  Fortunately, we won.  We chose the road less traveled and destroyed the armies of Islam.

Christian Europe; the West, took the road less traveled and survived.

So which path will the West take in 2020?  I fear, our incompetent, hopelessly corrupt elected leaders have chosen another path; one of collective self-destruction and a squandering our the heritage that our ancestors and forefathers bequeathed to us.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

Will we take the road less traveled? 

Or will we vanish like all the other great civilizations that came before us?  Only time will tell.