Every Sunday, people around the world migrate reflexively to churches, temples, and mosques, as much to celebrate their own enlightened ideas as to bemoan the habitual ignorance of the human herd. And in the slavish routines, rituals, and habits that our various religions of god, money, and power have only designed and addicted us too, we applaud how much our lives resemble that of the pack mule, while we criticize all those who embrace the improvisation of life as a bunch of lazy savages. . For only when we are surrounded by the security of those who are most likely to think like ourselves, do we feel comfortable enough to point out the idiocy of other people's ideas, and confident enough that no one will point out the idiocy of our own. Such people are often far more interested in proving they are right, then they are in caring if they are correct. For them, courage is best demonstrated by their willingness to die for their sacred gods, beliefs,...