Aphrodite and Dionysus- missing in action

What is the sudden rush to establish an order in everybodies lives? What is the urge to draw red lines, and establish rules without any need?

Whatever happened to Aphrodite and Dionysos?

Why does everybody seems so afraid to let go, to let things unfold? Isn't there any need to embrace chaos to open up new channels and evolve?

Did the lightness of being become unfashionable in our breeding clad thirties? What is the point of a life if you don't fell alive?