I propose that democracy itself allows the weak and twisted anonymity. People play polemic game practice. They end up being torn to shreds and beaten, at least they used to.
Principles are the mainstay for many very rich and solid men. Admittedly when success was just handed to me at least 5-10 times in my life[time] I scoffed at it. After all, the early destruction and then later (in life) literal resurrection of me would alter my perspective forever.
*There is nothing good enough to fight or kill for on gods/God's green earth, made of carbon and sweat, that is of any value. If I value you it is something of the last guy thatay shine through you? Ah but nothing is there. A misanthrope is not a xenophobe, nor racist. A Misanthrope hates everyone equally. That's like comparing a Nihilist with a Private Sector Employee or Civic Laborer or an Epicurean?
However where Nihilism ends; at the end of one there is another one?
Lives, with purpose laid out before it's pulse. A Promise of a New Life. The ambiguous whale of a lie, tucked away, trying in everyway to tuck each of us away.
Struggle, a stroggle machine. Each so preoccupied with their own versions of self-inflicted struggle; he doesn't see the 200lbs on his personal back the back of the man next to you, carrying 600lbs.
Adaptation is being forced as a rule.
Like the Great Metatron's Cube in parabolic motion. An algorithm determines the energy flow about the form above body en time-space.
The Brothers Black come at angles. The Vortex Math follows suit. The X, The Crossing-over. Energy to be accrued at angled junction points. Energy displaced ...