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Prime Minister Anthony Albanese says there is no distinction between Australians, migrants and refugees, arguing that anyone can be Australian.

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it's difficult to get a man to perceive something when his subconscious sense of safety depends on him not perceiving it

The creation of both the passenger jet, and of a class of professional histrionics who earn enough to travel on them by feigning emotions they don't feel, has helped to create a sort of new man. Call him "homo economicus". He is man of no particular tribe, creed, brotherhood, or nation. He may hold paper documents that gives him legal privileges here or there, but he feels no particular loyalty to any of them, and choice between them is merely one of personal convenience and material benefit. Because he has no tribe, every interaction wherein he must rely on another, or another must rely on him, is reduced to an exchange of goods and services, measured by currency. Yes, he has friends, but they are simply those whose company he enjoys, and he keeps them as long as that company is pleasurable. He owes them no loyalty, and receives none in return. He is desperately unhappy. He cannot be otherwise, for his genes are those of a pack hunter, and his instincts cry out for a brotherhood which he has never experienced. He cannot even seek out belonging, because he regards his rootlessness as a species of enlightenment, rather than the deep psychic wound that it is. Instead, he interprets his pain as economic, because economic transactions are the sole bridge that ties him to the rest of the human race. He earnestly believes that the secret to his elusive happiness must lie in the relocation of little green pieces of paper, which, as a wise man once said, is slightly odd, because it isn't the little green pieces of paper which are unhappy. Homo economicus often spends his life trying to buy his way into something which money cannot purchase... a sense of belonging which would have been his birthright had he been born into a kinship, a tribe, a nation... a pack of evolved hominid creatures bound by patriotism, by affection, by mutual loyalty and empathy. He will loudly proclaim that he is a "citizen of the world" and a member of "one race - the human race", but if another world were colonized, he would immediately disavow any special connection to this one, and if another sentient species were discovered, he would immediately disavow any special loyalty to humanity. He ritually proclaims empathy for the broadest, most distant, and most abstract groups he can find... animals, insects, the cosmos itself, but he does not know the names of his neighbors, if he is not too busy passenger-jetting around the globe, treating all nations as plates on a buffet table, to even have any neighbors to know. The tragedy of homo economicus is not only his own misery, and misdirected socialist rage, but that he destroys tribes, making other men into homo economicus as well, whether they wish to be or not.

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