Remote cellphone headsets are commonplace, and now it is impossible to tell if the people around me are mumbling to God. Or Lucifer, the Biblical Illuminator. Or Schlorganox, Blight of Galaxy U-434.
What a great time to live in, to be free to act crazy in common space without the threat of ritual incineration, or at least a straight jacket. Joan of Arc springs to mind as someone who would have survived our time and not hers. Of course, she was still a huge prick, and would not have escaped the derision of her peers, but she would have lived long enough to ruin someone's childhood. That child would have grown up to do some really great things.
The greatness of a person or an historical era does not preclude suffering, but rather is dependent on human misery. People make outstanding accomplishments when they are inured to rigor and are instilled with the drive to escape their circumstances. In order to fuel this activity, society needs intolerance, injustice, and poverty, in just the right amounts, and applied in a manner which biases ideas instead of physical characteristics and doesn't murder everyone.
If you see a crazy person on the street, be sure to thank them with a hearty handshake or a delicious milkshake or a joint from shake. Free, democratic society would not exist without the mumblers, who receive social-disassembly instructions from high above.
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