And this feeling of the atomic self, equipped with nothing but a technique for self-consolation, means that you have no time for the sorrows of others.
I wouldn't expect the Ways to be drawn to or equipped for the task of the victim-centred narrative. But that's what we need if learning about cults is what we want.
I have to ask every day: what's my responsibility, with this strange platform, cobbled together out of critique? I spend half of my working life burning the roof. How do I show the less visible work of those I admire, in the clay and mud, shoring up foundations?