“Which is precisely the ideal society. No mysteries, no romantics, no discussions, no persecutions because there’s no one to persecute. When all have received the same conditioning, it will be like....”
“Insects.”
“Who have existed longer than ourselves and will outlast our race by many comfortable millennia.”
“Is existence everything?”
“There is nothing else.”
“Then likeness is the aim of human society?”
“Call it harmony. You think of yourself only as you are now dropped into the midst of a society of dull conformists. That’s where you make your mistake. You’ll not live to see it for, if you did, you would be someone else, a part of it. No one of your disposition could possibly happen in such a society. There would be no rebellion against sameness because difference would not, in any important sense, exist, even as a proposition. You think: how terrible! but think again how wonderful it would be to belong to the pack, to the tribe, to the race, without guilt or anxiety or division.”
“I cannot imagine it.”
“No more can they imagine you.”
“This will happen?”