𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
The rugged individualist is nowhere to be found.
The rugged individualist has merely gone to ground.
He sticks his head up now and then to watch the grazing herd.
He sometimes mingles in disguise but never says a word.
He peers at all the cattle and he wonders at each form,
And finds it hard to comprehend that each is now the norm.
He listens to their bellows and then sagely shakes his head.
And then he disappears — to wait until they are all dead.
— D.N. O’Brien