The modern man is adrift among the great men of history. He is a shell of his father.

The pressure that used to shape men is gone. War. Hardship. The world no longer hammers him.

He lives in **abundance**. Food, safety, shelter. The instruction manual is missing.

His father's playbook is the first source. Hollywood is the second. A male job is the third.

He is a formless thing in a shapeless world. He needs a blueprint.
