Contagion

You can have high ideas like honour, dignity and respect and compassion guiding your lives but if the background is composed of victim blaming, credit stealing, infinite exploitation of favour or illusion of favour given and fear of revenge on imagined slights, slights that weren't even there to begin with, offences that were searched to be taken because your very identity, something that you can't do anything about, is offensive to someone for reasons that are not even within you then your higher ideals can't do anything about it. Higher ideals are illusions which conceal a purely materialistic reality which projects higher ideals because people believing in higher ideals are easier to control though in case of internally collapsed nations and civilizations, like the one we live in, people with higher ideals are first to get enlightened. What follows is rituals of democracy but psychological states that corresponds to living in Mahishmati of Bhallaladeva. What remains then? Only family and if you are really pushing it, then community, though none will be of any use except giving you the privilege of giving you someone to love and get loved from. In the scenario where impunity rules with absolute power and is unreachable because it has attained untouchability, and this being the very reason for impunity, every thing ends up getting weaponised because this weaponisation of everything doesn't affect those who have achieved a permanent place where lesser mortals and there problems don't affect them except causing them irritation when they glance of them. So love gets weaponised, and it is the most potent thing to weaponise because it keeps the human resource alive. A person who has no one to love, if he or she gets to know the reality, will off themselves but love functions as an existential blackmail. The permanent place where problems of lesser mortals doesn't affect you has a policy of climbing up and cutting the rope, or getting in and closing the door. While that is okay, a healer and an apothecary who travels on his motorcycle to treat the wounded who have been wounded from the spears indiscriminately pushed in from the glass ceiling and imapaling the people is imapled by the same spear coming from the holes in the glass ceiling. The apothecary and healer is dead, and the zombie plague is spreading fast, people without the vaccine of culture and carefully curated culture are animals or, worse, demons. Culture ends up turning into rituals without substance and the without the substance in it, the vaccine doesn't work. The good news is that the zombie apocalypse won't travel above the glass ceiling, it would be contained by it and the ones above the glass ceiling can bring their popcorn buckets and watch World War Z in technicolor.