Ibn Khaldunian perspectives...

Every so often a new, pure generation bashes itself angrily against the soft, corrupt cities of the metropolitan world. From the barren steppes and the empty deserts they charge forth, purging all in their path and setting the balance once again. In a split second, our petty moral dilemmas are swept away and everything becomes crystal clear. It is almost as if in the wilder parts of the world, the more unrefined and simple a man, the clearer his choices become. The quiet and solitude lets him think, it lets him grow and mature, free from shackles. All the easier for him to sell the world and everything in it...