A Loss of Greatness

If a man writes a novel, yet does not move his reader to think, he has certainly written a bestseller. From that, we can derive the apathy of our age: we are a passive age. We cannot even lift up our cross, let alone carry it. Such a curse is prevalent; as with every age, we have no will to be great (nor do I want to be great. But I seek mediocrity as a form of transcendence, which I hope is higher than seeking it out of apathy), and spinelessly go about our days. Such a curse, yet who will do any more than speak against it? Who will DO at all?