"The ancient Faith of our ancestors holding out to the world its symbols once so eloquent, and mutely and in vain asking for an interpreter.
Its symbolism is its soul."
With recent advances in communications technology, an influx of misappropriated symbolism has flooded the observation spheres. However beautiful and mighty they may seem to the human mind, they carry little or no signal amidst the noise their appropriators have been creating.
Their interpreters weak and dazed, lulled to madness by the noise.
No soul, no signal.