jonrappoport.wordpress.com / by Jon Rappoport / July 26, 2017
In Ayn Rand’s 1943 novel, The Fountainhead, newspaper columnist, arch manipulator, and promoter of absolute collectivism, Ellsworth Toohey, tells his social-climbing weak-kneed follower, Peter Keating: “If you learn how to rule one single man’s soul, you can get the rest of mankind. It’s the soul, Peter, the soul. Not whips or swords or fire or guns. That’s why the Caesars, the Attilas, the Napoleons were fools and did not last. We will. The soul, Peter, is that which can’t be ruled. It must be broken. Drive a wedge in, get your fingers on it—and the man is yours…enshrine mediocrity.”
There is a whole army of experts, whose job is to tell you success only comes with you being part of a group.
They imply your status as an individual is transmitted to you through some diabolical portion of your brain that is loaded with false messages. Therefore, give up. Take the elevator down to the basement, get off, and join The Group. That’s where the love is. That’s where your useless courage dissolves into sugar, and you discover a paradise of the lowest common denominator. You’re home. The sun never rises or sets. Nothing changes. Sameness rules.
Since the 1960s, many people have decided that, in order to create the future they want, they should engage in a certain amount of introspection.
Spiritual or psychological introspection.
I have encountered a large number of such people, who have swung the balance to the point where introspection has become indecision and paralysis.