wild that our response to twitterbrain "horses are a bougie animal and must be made extinct" has gotta run directly opposite it a ways: "horses are a useful proletarian animal too". Very sincere, but how about that slurp the bath makes when you've pulled the plug and the last of the dirty water's sucked away?
i really feel like fanaticism is just this crazy intense lure for ppl like us. All the time, no breaks. It's the tallest and toughest looking partner when you're facing up to the titan of Capital. I've been a zealot, I get it. I've had life-dominating opponents like many people have: they put it in you. Irrational ally for an irrational struggle. See a struggle and struggle.
And I understand that a twitterbrain is thick liquid, a lifeform that's basically like half-cooked scrambled eggs at best, it has no courage or perspective, so I expect "destroy horses!" fanaticism from a twitterbrain.
But us? I guess the other reason we end up fanatics (or near them) is that it's catching, it's a hell of a social force. There's parts to it: the straight shiny metal length, the tunnel in the middle of nowhere it often hurtles down. The sonic boom that echoes, the slipstream that pulls you in. The tunnel is circular. The armour is hot, and constricting. Hey, are we on rails here?
I fear you only know you're a zealot when you look like a fool, and I fear by then you won't know you look like a fool. Above all, I'm glad people called me a fool when I was being one, sometimes gently, and they didn't make it a fight.
