SolarCross wrote: I think I would go further than Orwell, because to me the malevolence is so comprehensively misanthropic that it does not seem to be of human origin.
I could speculate what they may be but I do not really know at this point.
Egregore (also egregor) is an occult concept representing a "thoughtform" or "collective group mind", an autonomous psychic entity made up of, and influencing, the thoughts of a group of people. The symbiotic relationship between an egregore and its group has been compared to the more recent, non-occult concepts of the corporation (as a legal entity) and the meme.
“Then it is in me too, the psychotic streak. A psychotic world we live in, the madmen are in power. How long have we known this? Faced this? And- how many of us do know it? Not lots. Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally waking up. I suppose only a few are aware of all of this. Isolated persons here and there. But the broad masses… What do they think? All these hundreds of thousands in this city, here. Do they imagine that they live in a sane world? Or do they guess, glimpse the truth…?
But he thought, what does it mean, insane? A legal definition. What do I mean? I feel it, see it, but what is it? He thought, it is something they do, something they are. It is their unconsciousness. Their lack of knowledge about others. Their not being aware of what they do to others, the destruction they have caused and are causing, No, he thought, that isn’t it. I don’t know; I sense it, intuit it. But– they are purposelessly cruel…is that it? No. God, he thought. I can’t find it, make it clear. Do they ignore parts of reality? Yes, but it is more. It is their plans. Yes, their plans. The conquering of the planets. Something frenzied and demented, as was their conquering of Africa, and before that, Europe and Asia.
Their view, it is cosmic. Not of a man here, a child there, but an abstraction: race, land. volk. land. Blut. Ehre. Not of honorable men but of Ehre itself, honor; the abstract is real, the actual is invisible to them. Die Gute, but not good men, this good man. It is their sense of space and time. They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; here was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The cosmic process is hurrying on, crushing life back into granite and methane, the wheel turns for all life. It is all temporary. And they- these madmen- respond to the granite, the dust, the longing of the inanimate, they want to aid nature.
And, he thought, I know why. They want to be the agents, not the victims of history. They identify with God’s power and believe they are godlike. This is their basic madness. They are overcome by some archetype, their egos have expanded psychotically so that they cannot tell where they begin and the godhead leaves off. It is not hubris, not pride, it is inflation of the ego to its ultimate-confusion between him who worships and that which is worshiped.”
Dick was talking about the brown fascists but it applies just as much to the red fascists.