“Imagine then a fleet or a ship in which there is a captain who is taller and stronger than any of the crew, but he is a little deaf and has a similar infirmity in sight, and his knowledge of navigation is not much better. The sailors are quarrelling with one another about the steering — every one is of opinion that he has a right to steer, though he has never learned the art of navigation and cannot tell who taught him or when he learned, and will further assert that it cannot be taught, and they are ready to cut in pieces any one who says the contrary. They throng about the captain, begging and praying him to commit the helm to them; and if at any time they do not prevail, but others are preferred to them, they kill the others or throw them overboard…”
Fast forward two and half millennia and people are holding signs in an empty National Mall that read, “We Won”, “God, Country, and Trump”, and “Make America Great Again” celebrating a man who moved his inauguration indoors due to the cold weather and did not invite the masses. The compass needle doesn’t have seemed to move far in two and half millennia.
Muddled Soma 