We feed

We feed ourselves. We feed ourselves full.
In fact, more often than not, we overfeed ourselves.
We're gluttonous.
But much worse with rhetoric than with food.

How much we prefer familiarity than the unknown. It's like our survival instinct is going against us: we're too afraid to be wrong. No one wants to be wrong. No one wants to even consider it. Maybe they'll think of it for a second. But arguments, the most important ones, are dynamic, changing, and need a lot of time and evidence to adequately discern (this of course is subjective -- we can't be too sure, yes, and we can definitely be too ignorant).

I remember a priest who once criticized another priest who was also an exorcist. To the priest, the exorcist seemed to always see the devil everywhere, the devil's hand in everything. The priest claimed the exorcist could no longer make sensible comments, since the glasses through which the exorcist saw the world was always colored by his specialist as an exorcist.

But what if the exorcist was right?

Yes, some people are stuck playing the victim, never taking the blame. One could say they never take any responsibility. Yes, some people are proudly, arrogantly selfish -- they actually think they made it all by themselves.

Oh when worldviews collide.

Perhaps the winner, like in poker, is the one who simply shows the most aggression.