One mark of a cult is the vast gap between the veneration of its leader(s) from the inside and the bafflement or outright hostility from the outside world. Utterances that feel like the works of genius or divinity to the faithful are mystifying to the outsider, like ‘how the fuck did anyone think this is worth my time?’
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A cult of my own
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One mark of a cult is the vast gap between the veneration of its leader(s) from the inside and the bafflement or outright hostility from the outside world. Utterances that feel like the works of genius or divinity to the faithful are mystifying to the outsider, like ‘how the fuck did anyone think this is worth my time?’