No virtue can flourish without this strange, instinctive feeling of duty and responsibility that conscience always makes a point of expressing. Curiously, modernity, by massifying man, making him live in ever more populous cities, providing him with ever smaller spaces and tasks, has not only annulled this feeling, but transformed it into one of insignificance. Modern man lives in a space he did not conquer, in a house he did not build, spending his life on tasks whose real purpose, if he does not ignore it, is devoid of his personal stamp. One cannot accept charges for what one experiences as disconnection.