I always look at them and feel nothing but pity for them. They are stuck, for the most part, in lives that are so meaningless that is defies description. I got to live through the 50’s, and 60’s and the 80’s when the possibility of a future seemed quite possible. Those that ignore me, and I’m 61, are the ones that are invisible to me. They are the generation that will envy the dead. They are nothing but Zombies with Smartphones. As for this particular Doonesbury, it was spot on.
No life that knows God will be meaningless. God’s acceptance among people may go into and out of vogue, but God himself is the same being always.