We are not a dying race, but one newly born. We comprehend ourselves for the first time. Foolishly, as children, we cast off the traditions of the past, knowing not what they are for, but eager with the fresh understanding that things could be otherwise. As we grow in wisdom, hopefully we will come back to wise things.
Our forefathers lived better but they could not know different. We do, and eventually we will choose that which gives life, strength, and capability, and we will outshine even their glory.