Politics is personality. Personality is malleable. Personality is destructible. The defining feature of personality is a belief in a self that exists outside time. Sure, I age. But that’s just my body. That’s just time’s effect on me. The real me still exists over and above this ravaging sea of change. Duality, schizophrenia. Otherwise, integration, madness. It’s not a faith in a cause independent of myself, but in the self independent of the world. Not a free will, but a will unto death. Or better still, a will to immortality. Politics is a projection of this inner landscape of turmoil, a futile fight against entropy that thrives off the free energy of another person’s pain and suffering projected back on the world. Let the world burn, if it must. I will remain unscorched.

The point is not to escape madness, but to embrace integration. To discipline our madness, subject it to rigorous proof and demonstration. Keep an open mind. Lizard people? Sure, it’s possible, but is it probable? Seems like a long ladder to climb, up or down. In the meantime, we’ll keep an open mind. Lizard people? Sure, but probably not.