I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and queene: moult no feather. I have of late, (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition; that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o'er hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire: why, it appeareth no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. 'What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so.[1] Shakespeare
In 1963 John Glenn supposedly orbited the world 3 times. It was a big deal with Mr. Glenn being honored by the President and his elegant wife along with a ticker tape parade attended by thousands upon thousands in New York and blanket media coverage. A success for NASA and the Mercury (Mercury the trickster god; likes to fool people) Then all hell breaks loose and cultural upheaval runs wild. Since 1963 people have become inured to a lower standard of existence. I think art, music and science died that year. They did for me.