Our religion worships the transcendent qualities of human reproduction--babies as repositories for universalized content. As they grow older, they will inevitably become more particularized and incur a greater psychic debt on society. The only way to atone for the sins of your particularity is to reproduce or dedicate your life to labor for the military industrial empire.
Our religion was founded on a volcano God who let us experience His particularity so that we could recognize our particularity as evil and not be punished for it. The post-Christian experience hinges on feeling alienated from the universal while slavishly acting on guilt for the universal.
Our religion was founded on the nuclear family as a nexus for spirit and pathos. Contemporary nostalgia crucifies us to the delusion of a more innocent time.
Could there ever be a group of disaffected citizens that built a transcendental community, cured of post-Christian guilt, which didn’t descend into authoritarianism, sex-fueled power trips, and the spectre of the death wish? We ask this question because our post-Christian military industrial empire defines mind control, free range sex, and suicide as the demonic forces which could unmoor us from society’s anchors.
A twenty-first century, American cult is a community which worships death and turns away from the human reproduction project. The fact that it’s leaders are often charlatans, rapists, and narcissistic hedonists is a testament to the demonic labels we assign to a Svengali that efficiently dismantles the precepts of American identity.