Tradition, popularity, and other unquestioned habits and uniformities all conspire to create the illusion of truth…
… and with them a false sense of security.
… a bubble of blissful ignorance that “the faithful” dare not burst… for fear of authority or of what the neighbors might think.
What is left but a dismal, timid, monotonous, self-perpetuating “unity” of imitation, docility, predictability, and routine?
Rendering “the faithful” into little more than “drinking buddies”…
… telling each other exactly what they want to hear.
… gleefully toasting their bigotry, scapegoating, and unjustified pride.
… comrades, but never friends.
… united not by mutual affection, but by superficial devotion to a cause that nobody understands.
Incapable of directing his own attention… readily swayed this way or that by peer pressure… the “confidence” of the “true believer” comes from trusting others more than he trusts himself.
And so, he is condemned to alienation… not just from others, but from his own mind and heart… finding some dull relief in a “belonging” that can never fully rescue him from the loss of faith in himself.