Book: The revolt of the masses

We live in an era that feels capable of achieving anything, but does not know what exactly. She owns everything, but not herself. She was lost in her own abundance.

The mass is everyone and everyone who, neither in good nor in evil, does not measure himself with a special measure, but feels the same, “like everyone else,” and not only is not depressed, but is content with his own indistinguishability.

Instead of a single trajectory, we are given a set, and we, accordingly, are doomed ... choose yourself. An unthinkable premise! To live is to be forever condemned to freedom, to decide forever what you will become in this world. And solve tirelessly and without respite. Even when we surrender hopelessly to chance, we make a decision not to decide.

This is not about the fact that the mass person is stupid. On the contrary, today his mental capacity and capabilities are broader than ever. But this does not suit him for the future: in fact, a vague sense of his capabilities only encourages him to clog up and not use them. He sanctifies once and for all that mishmash of common truths, incoherent thoughts and just verbal rubbish that has accumulated in him by chance, and imposes it everywhere and everywhere, acting out of mental simplicity, and therefore without fear or reproach.

Truisms - the tram of mental transport.

Bright minds - those who are getting rid of phantasmagoric "ideas" looks at life in focus, and sees that everything about her is controversial and conjectural, and feels that dying. And since to live is to feel dying, only the recognition of this truth leads himself, helps to find their identity, to get on solid ground. Instinctively as a drowning man seeking to hold on, and his face is a tragic past and very honest, because we are talking about salvation - organizes the tumults of his life. The only true thoughts - thoughts of a drowning man. Everything else - the rhetoric, posture, inner antics. Who doesn't feel he really dies, he will die sure - he'll never find yourself, do not face your true essence.

Civilization is not given to us ready itself it will not support. It is artificial, requires artist.

Poetry today is the higher algebra of metaphors.

The fate of democracy in any form and level of development depends on the fine technical details of the election procedure. The rest is secondary.

Restless, unclaimed life's more the antithesis of life than death itself. Life is a commitment to do something, a duty, and, evading him, we deny life.

A minority is a group of individuals dedicated special qualities, weight is not allocated to anything.

Life is only then genuine when everything in it is caused by the pressing and inescapable need.

Mass thinking is the thinking of those who have any question in advance ready answer that is not difficult and quite satisfied.

Banality - the trams of thinking.