Cubism, so-called, does not necessarily belong to plastic art, nor verse. A new mind which may be termed _cubism of the spirit_ has come; a spirit of destruction largely, brought about by the increasing passion of the individual for _self_, expression of self, assertion of self. The three points of time, that led to this, widely separated, different as they are, were (first) Christ and his teachings; (second) the Eighteenth Century in revolt against government forms and established standards; and the present, its equally great revolt against reverence of all kinds, its deification of _the ego_, its passion for destruction and the dawning scientific mind. This has brought a condition which might be termed _the golden age of the commonplace_, when people who can neither write nor think, paint nor carve, dance nor make music, insist upon the sacredness, the necessity of expression. The _ego_ of the individual is enlarged. This is one cause of the increase in crime. It is inflamed. Everyone is convinced he has rights that bear no relation to his ability. Moral fiber is breaking. Ambition and talent are not the same. This may be herald of a cycle of time, a new, a different world civilization. When such change has come, history tells us, art begins to die first, before morals or manners. The spirit of destruction is directed toward ideals. In the plastic arts the careless, blithe, fine laughter is gone. The moment’s creative joy. There is less real beauty, but more _nerve_, daring. When the sculptor boasts either of _modernism_, or primitive vision, he harks back to things Assyrian, not Greek. The last touch in the world of that serenity we found in Greek marbles, is in the figures of Clodion. Afterward, it comes no more. When art and letters feel breath of decay, nations have gone a long way toward that decay. As proof, review the history of antiquity. Is that what is setting in? Is that what is going to result in remaking the world, in creating a new order of mind? Transition is startling. Everything is changing. Art and letters are changing rapidly; music too, the political outlook, morals, religions. Nothing is left untouched. A period of rebellion is here. Love, sincerity, friendliness, are disappearing. Another civilization is heaving to sight with the wild, brawling winds, the harsh atmospheric disturbance of birth of a star. Some quality, usually in solution in life of our planet, and to us indispensable, disappeared. Since this has been evident.