Humanism is the end of patriarchies and matriarchs and its gurus. The end of reactionary thinking and Buddhas and masters and messiahs.
It is the reinstatement of man: the paragon of animals. It is the recognition of who looks back at you in the mirror of experience. Grandeur is not a dead thing. There is no grandiosity in it. None at all. It is immensely small and still and so it can move through all things and end deception at every level.
The voyage of humanity ends the hatred and the mad prophets. It reunites man with man and the family of man. Which is no small thing. Not at all. It just can’t be seen by he who is self-inflated.