Dumb poem

“Monsters exist, but they are far too few in number to be truly dangerous; the most dangerous monsters are ordinary men and women ready to believe and obey without asking questions.” -

Primo Levi, The Truce

If I can not engage you, I can not participate in any community.

If I resent you, I do not desire to appease you.

Stripped of community and motive, I live only to impress myself.

In doing so, I live a meaningless existence.

In such a state

I can not help but hate

And feel utterly disgraced

Despite the folly

of the rat race

And in place

Of such disgrace

I delude myself.

I’m solipsistic. I dissociate.

All this, just to escape

the hate and disgrace.

Hate

and disgrace.

Oh, how I can wait.

 “The mass crushes out the insight and reflection that are still possible within the individual. Rational argument can be conducted with some prospect of success only so long as the emotionality of a given situation does not exceed a certain critical degree. If the affective temperature rises above this level, the possibility of reason’s having any effect ceases and its place is taken by slogans and chimerical wish-fantasies. That is to say, a sort of collective possession results which rapidly develops into a psychic epidemic.” -

Carl Jung