In every generation it is the same. The young zealot looks on at his elder in disdain, condemning him for his moderation and nuance. Years pass by, and the young zealot morphs into the mellow elder, castigating his younger self for its immature reckonings on matters of life and death. Ah, but now today’s young zealot looks on at this elder in disdain, condemning him for his moderation and nuance. And years will pass by, and this young zealot too will morph into the mellow elder, to be condemned by the next generation. On and on it goes. It is the pattern of life. No young zealot will ever listen to this warning. They must wait until their time.