Die of nothing but a rage to live
“I am hurt.
A plague a’ both your houses! I am sped.
Is he gone and hath nothing?”
I’m not a great believer in cliques. I got over that at about the same time my balls dropped and my voice started to squeak. But I do believe in community. I believe in true community. The problem though is that very soon weak people seek identity from being part of something and that is when a community can become a clique. And then when the cliques form the strong start to use them for their own ends.
And what was once a community becomes a series of tribes and the attributes that were frowned upon in others suddenly manifest themselves within. People emerge and start to use the opportunity for self aggrandisement and personal gain. Ideas are quickly quashed and group think takes a grip. Tribe turns against tribe as a means of firming up their own identity and soon all sense of community is lost.
And what was good turns bad, what was laughter turns to tears and what was hope turns to disappointment…………
“No question now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.”