My friends, I ask you, why does the river of genius so seldom burst its banks, so seldom surge high and roar upon you and shake and astonish your souls?—Friends, on both banks are the dwelling-places of placid gentlemen whose summer-houses, tulip beds, and vegetable plots would be destroyed by the flood, and who therefore in good time ward off the future danger by damming and diverting.

Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

This is why everyone is talking about sex and gender, but nobody is speaking of love, everyone is talking about about religion, but nobody is speaking of God, everyone is talking about social collapse, but nobody is speaking of death, everyone is talking about the facts, but nobody is speaking the truth. All damming and diverting, in order to ward off the river of genius, and plug the spring from whence it flows.