Tradition, popularity, and a host of other unquestioned habits 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.
All that’s left is a dismal, timid, monotonous, self-perpetuating “unity” of imitation, docility, predictability, and routine.
Reducing “the faithful” to 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.