We've turned the warrior inclination toward battles of the intellect. One wanders into the dark and thrusts one's sword into blind spots. When it turns out that our whimsical thrusts have killed a few strangers, we say, 'Aha! I knew there were enemies here! If they were not here, they would not be dead!'
Secularism divinizes those moments throughout history when the mob had its shining moment.
The just are always fascinated by the wayward direction; those who incrementally deteriorate, for, in the midst of the other's disfunction, they see not the internal prison of such a case, but only the very freedom in squalor which the just do not allow themselves.