Mobs hint at something?

I ran across, but cannot give proper attribution to(*), an observation summarized as "Man loves, men hate."

A man can love, but groups of men (and women) do not; the emotion that comes most easily is hate. And fear.

It seems as though when your face vanishes in an anonymous mob, the face that shines through is that of a demon.

Maybe people can be both individuals and a collective organism. That collective could be the bride of Christ, but it looks like the default is someone else.

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(*)Quote is from Ralph Peters