We can’t put an animal in the hand of every random human being, we can’t let everyone become a politician, we can’t let everyone become a corporate leader or bank manager.
We breed half-measures, pain-filled and little to no unity feeling people and let them loose on the world unchecked. Let them define the global and local rules of the game what we then have to dance by.
In making society whole, there lies the only key to saving the world. The half-man, the psychopath, the egocentric, he must not be given a single lever with which he can act on the world. He must be healed by a new beginning, guided and sheltered by true fathers and true mothers, or the world must – if healing is not possible – be protected from him by allowing him to live lovingly cared for but defused in his potential for harm. Perhaps he and his incurable fellow sufferers are also given the opportunity to live a life of fear, anger, struggle, triumph, destruction, victory and defeat. Secluded from the others in a world of their own.
I’m thinking right now and I have to smile: maybe it’s already happening. And we are all then the children of incurable madmen, who at some point were abandoned on earth, cast out of paradise by their own incurable impulse in order to be able to live their lives in the hell of madness far from the healers…. Well, yes. Perhaps…