disenchantment of the world

Lightning skinned, stardust covered,
She twirls in orbit,
Soaking in the universe
With curious eyes, capturing
All that is eternity.
       
A star fades; a child is born,
She plummets to earth.
Reassembled to a whole,
Her eyes perceive only light,
Her heart feels only the love.
         
Young girl, caught in life’s questions;
Struggling in matter.
Resisting disenchantment
In a world, cold and heartless.
Slowly forgetting herself.
        
Young woman, all but jaded,
Finds a love, fated.
Locked in his gaze, she recalls
How she once twirled in orbit,
Capturing all that is love.
   
Lightning skinned, stardust covered,
She twirls in orbit,
Soaking in the universe
With curious eyes, capturing
All that is eternity.
—  Theory of you, by M.A. Tempels © 2016
The disenchantment of the world deserves to be celebrated as an achievement of intellectual maturity, not bewailed as a debilitating impoverishment.
—  Ray Brassier, Nihil Unbound
What is romanticism? Often it is reduced to a nineteenthcentury
literary school, or to a traditionalist reaction against the
French Revolution—two propositions found in countless works by
eminent specialists in literary history and the history of political
thought. This is too simple a formulation. Rather, Romanticism
is a form of sensibility nourishing all fields of culture, a worldview
which extends from the second half of the eighteenth century to
today, a comet whose flaming “core” is revolt directed against
modern industrial civilization, in the name of some of the social
and cultural values of the past. Nostalgic for a lost paradise—real
or imaginary—Romanticism is in opposition to the melancholic
mood of despair, to the quantifying mind of the bourgeois universe,
to commercial reification, to the platitudes of utilitarianism,
and above all, to the disenchantment of the world.
—  Michael Löwy, Morning Star: Surrealism, Marxism, Anarchism, Situationism, Utopia
This is a modern fairytale: no happy ending, no wind in our sails.
— 

Selena Gomez, “The Heart Wants What It Wants”.

I think these lyrics perfectly describe our society and generation where it’s just so hard to be happy, and where there’s a strong disenchantment about ever finding happiness and serenity and love in this world. We’re just all stuck in there, as if we were overboard, and it feels like no one is going to save us.

The fate of our times is characterized by rationalization and intellectualization and, above all, by the ‘disenchantment of the world.’ Precisely the ultimate and most sublime values have retreated from public life either into the transcendental realm of mystic life or into the brotherliness of direct and personal human relations. It is not accidental that our greatest art is intimate and not monumental, nor is it accidental that today only within the smallest and intimate circles, in personal human situations, in pianissimo, that something is pulsating that corresponds to the prophetic pneuma, which in former times swept through the great communities like a firebrand, wielding them together.
—  Max Weber, “Science as a Vocation,” in From Max Weber: Essays in Sociology