The collective insanity of our species is, frankly, astonishing. This is thusly demonstrated by highway billboards, the ubiquity of flathead screws, and the very existence of the British royal family. How long can we, as sane and simple individuals, exist in the asylum of our collective madness before trickle-down psychology begins to take effect? How could our mental state not be vulnerable to the societal microphone feedback loop of the environment we have collectively created?
And how far does your individual innocence extend in a world of collective culpability? How big a slice of that pie--of war, of genocide, of child hunger should you serve yourself? Or does that whole pie belong to you? And to everyone else, as well?
If someone else--your mother, for example--expressed these thoughts, this guilt, would you not extend them grace?
But is it grace that you would be giving? Or is it simply a selfish desire to believe that those you love could not possibly be a part of a machine so monstrous? And could you ever apply that beautiful lie to yourself? Do you truly believe that guilt is equitable to absolution? And isn't there a certain arrogance to the guilt you feel? How much power to you think you actually have? Or, is that too an excuse? A search for an exit in this wild maze?
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