Cults wouldn’t work if people weren’t chained to their day jobs.
That’s the root of it.
If you didn’t have miserable and broken people, slogging the fuck along, then you wouldn’t have desperation.
For something else.
Anything else.
Entire slices of the populous desperate for meaning.
“tell me there’s something else, tell me there’s anything else”
And that’s why it works, that’s how you can get regular people to believe a spaceship is coming, that’s how you can get people to drink poison.
Disillusioned,
A bunch of miserable people out there, hating what is and desperate for another way.
Logic always wins.
Makes sense.
dawn 