Madness: a form of love

Since human beings are fundamentally the same in so many ways - while their manifestations vary, their potential is undoubtedly alike and they all share the same basic faculty for consciousness, pain and pleasure which gives them their moral significance - trying to restrict your love to just a selection of human beings rather than all of humanity is utterly illogical, and only demonstrates one's detachment from reality and his or her own inability for true objective evaluation itself. That being said, when people love only their family, tribe, nation, etc., in reality they are usually loving the whole of mankind through them. What I mean by this is that their seemingly parochial love is actually a Darwinian mechanism which connects them to the species as a whole; when they love their tribe over others, what they are really doing is loving the process of natural competitive selection which has been proven to advance the species as a whole. Realizing that their own tribe has just as...

The Scapegoat A primitive tribal superstition... A mad mob craving a target for its rage.... A hive mind trapped in fear and ugliness... Sacred refugee cast out amidst the desert; Inner fugitive from the pitiless public glare. The part that we throw-away and desert; The forbidden side we don't dare to share. Lucky victim of persecution and cruel hurt, The innocent child on the sacrificial stair. Watchful critic who is just too alert, Bringer of tidings we just cannot bear. ....If He could rise... ...Then so can the outcast in us... The custom that deigns to be an "ought", But that is really the most of all unfair.  The way people just do as they're taught... Doing Wrong without so much as a care. ...If our bad habits lose their grip on us... ...Divine once more we will be... So much pain by ignorance is wrought, So unhappy and guilty we are reared, Put your past at last behind you, martyr of Greed,  martyr of Lust, martyr of Ignorance, And shed for him, O you mart...