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When the prophet addresses the crowd, he appeals to her out of sympathy. He alone sees himself in it. He knows the way out. He makes a new choice of people’s fate. But the crowd sees its benefits in the new life. Each person has his own personal sun. Its guiding star, which warms separately only for him. Therefore, the prophet is doomed. Even if he was lucky, he would defeat the old Pharisees and lead the crowd into a new world. The prophet is doomed, his most loyal companions are doomed, when a crowd comes to a new world, it no longer needs prophets, it needs a dictator. The most formidable dictator is known to the people by popular tradition. All the ideas of the world perish, they are absorbed by the fate of ordinary people. But before people deal with the prophets, then with the ideas, they will make the most loyal, honest, and fanatical face. Call these people the zeremids. Until the crowd, carried away by the prophet, reached the desired goal, these are the most loyal soldiers of the idea. But when the crowd comes to the goal, to the promised land, then comes the end of the prophecy. The era of tradition is coming. The degradation of an idea begins with its own triumph. Then everything goes by inertia. The zeremids who have made an honest and dedicated person in the beginning, become the new Pharisees and hypocrites. But why are they hypocritical all the time, all their lives? Because they always knew who they were. The prophets gave them a way out of the untouchable caste, from the rabble caste to the new elite caste. No temple, no church, no government has defeated the Pharisees. They can’t be defeated at all. Because their god is the hierarchy, their gods are tradition.