Fundamental to conservative thinking is the fear that people are basically evil and that only whatever torture they endured as children to conform to whatever sick morality they were conditioned by can make a person possibly safe to be around. The fear of the other is caused by being conditioned to hate yourself as a deviant, and to hide that deviancy behind the mask of public morality as one has been conditioned to accept it. And since there is one truth, that we are all the same, and a million lies about what is other, the conditioned live in a constant state of terror. The unconscious goal of the fearful is the extinction of all other threats and the loneliness of one single surviving ego. Death to all but me.
By
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”