The essays, philosophical or not, the speeches, intelligent or not, the commercial café of the global village above all, cannot hide the noise of the crutches, of the claudically and therefore of the lack of assurance of the gait of those who sometimes arrive alone, often in cohorts, to slay this Catholic religion which has lasted too long. Their laughter is fat and they are impotent. They look terribly like those sated Roman senators laughing at the mention of the Barbarians on the eve of the fall of Rome.

They keep laughing because they don't know they're crippled; they are satisfied with their affirmation because they do not see that the boat they are driving is taking on water. And since impunity is a way of life and way of thinking for them, their heckling must not escape anyone. Qui tollis peccata mundi …

It is not religion that is disappearing. It is not religion that dies. It is their world, this arrogant and boring Western world which little by little gets bogged down in its own contradictions and continues to take bladders for lanterns living on a very faded glory and a soulless enthusiasm.

There won't be much longer for this Western world, which is suffering desperately from its comfort and its neurasthenia.

The Catholic Church has more priests in the world every year, more faithful, more missions... That the land of the West no longer welcomes her, that the land of the West believes that she no longer needs her, that the land of the West, ever more animated by a will to power, escapes its history, and it is the land of the West which is sinking inexorably. Yet the Catholic Church will never have ceased to reach out to him and to indicate to him the condition of his survival.