The Christian view of man is profoundly mature, and, based on two thousand years or more of experience and wisdom, is balanced and proportionate, nuanced and pragmatic, idealistic where it needs to be even to the point of extravagance, silent where no consensus has emerged nor revelation revealed, and proven again and again to work.

The modern view, springing from Nietzsche and Darwin, Freud and Marx, put an end to the common acceptance of man as sacred or unique, much as Copernicus had put an end to the heliocentric theory. Man was no longer the center and cynosure of the cosmos. God was dead; man was a naked ape; virtue was unhealthy self-repression; philosophy was the ideological superstructure of selfish class interests. There was no cosmos, no order, merely an abyss filled with the particles of Lucretius falling like snow, without divinity nor humanity nor virtue nor thought. And all poems died, and all sculpture became merely screams of horror or Rorschach blots, which mean nothing but what you say they mean.

The modern view of man is Antichristian. That is all there is to it.

It is profoundly shallow. It is the philosophy of children who have never studied philosophy, combination of simplistic ideas, rank nonsense, hatred and arrogance, mentally unbalanced, crude and unformed, and its highest ideal aims at the destruction of idealism. It is extravagant where it should be cautious, craven where it should be bold, incoherent in theory and impractical in practice, leading nowhere but to misery, self-indulgence, violence, and death. And it prides itself on being the stark opposite of all these things.