Wars, more wars, rumours of war. Protests, counter-protests, divorce courts, the Second Amendment. Conflict devours incomprehensible amounts of energy. And it all derives from a single source: the idea of me and mine.
Love is the recognition of oneself in another. Racism is the fear and loathing of another. Fear is the mostly unconscious belief in one’s littleness. Thus, the more fearful the man, the more ferocious he’ll be in his defence of the Second Amendment. So there they are on the dance floor, littleness and fear, absurdly over-armoured, dancing each other to death in the rocket’s red glare.