He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.

The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated
faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the
features from faces. People might walk through me. And what is
this moment of time, this particular day in which I have found
myself caught? The growl of traffic might be any uproar - forest trees or
the roar of wild beasts. Time has whizzed back an inch or two on its reel;
our short progress has been cancelled. I think also that our bodies are in truth
naked. We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these
pavements are shells, bones and silence.

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked

The revolution is just a T-shirt away.

- Waiting for the Great Leap Forward

Our material prosperity has lead many to walk away from God, hate God, mock God, and deny God's very exist. The result has been secular humanism, the idea of the superiority and flourishing of man, fueled by science, inherently quite useful, turned into a religion and worldview unto itself. The result of materialism and the glorification of man in his career and sexual prowess has led to spiritual bankruptcy, addiction, depression, and depravity of all kinds.