In the office of the modern psychoanalyst, the stages of the hero-adventure come to light again in the dreams and hallucinations of the patient. Depth upon depth of self-ignorance is fathomed, with the analyst in the role as the helper, the initiatory priest. …

The crux of the curious difficulty lies in the fact that our conscious views of what life ought to be seldom correspond to what life really is.

Joseph Campbell, in The Hero with a Thousand Faces

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We are a less than learned culture and far from wisdom in the aggregate, or person to person.  We swim in the waters of self-ignorance, swirling about making waves and undertows for all that are near.

On dry land we preach hallucinations and offer plans for their institution.  Making matters worse, we silence the priest and reject the wisdom figure – preferring the sick to the well. The narratives are destroyed.  Such is our pride and stupidity.

Never has a people spent so much money on education that makes us dumber, more blind, less human, more mistaken, divided, hostile and unpleasant.

Guided my ignorance we pursue a life that is not.

We are far from access to the symbols that resound in human history – the clues and stories that give us depth, and truth.  We are as to a flower, a blunt instrument – unbending, artless, a thud, a heavy foot – brainless and crude, destructive, silly and expendable.

Sick and addicted we stumble along, banging into one another and splintering sanity, crushing virtue, creating sickness and alienation from self and from others.

No society can exist for long when ignorance commands the day.  Beware.  You are forewarned.

The zombies gather in business suits and fancy dresses with grand ideas about us. They claim they know best.