We have only to look around us, at the fissures in the rock-wall of our times, to know that we have created for ourselves a madhouse of irrationality and despair. The lunacies of our world erupt daily like boils on the diseased body of civilisation. Is it, hopefully, the reawakening of conscience, or, more likely the refracted pain of denying our souls?
Alienation.
The keyowrd so easily bandied by sociologists and inept novelists alike. The explanation for racial strife, random violence, mass amdness, the rape of our planet. man feels cut off. He feels denied. he feels alone. He is alienated.
Harlan Ellison, All the Sounds of Fear
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