Everyone has their “god.” The thing into which they absolutely must put their faith, logic be damned (or at the very least capped at a point), so that they don’t spiral into an existential crisis of nihilistic madness–the inevitable conclusion of truly coming to grips with the notion of purposelessness, if that be your destination.
For some people, it’s the self. For others it’s their property. For others it’s science. For others, still, it’s some semblance of immortality, be it through actual spiritual immortality, memorial immortality, or iconographic immortality.
The big fight is nothing but a bunch of people frightened that someone else’s “god” is better than theirs at keeping madness at bay. It boils down to validation.
Either I’m right or I’m crazy.
The real human condition is the debilitating fear of insanity. The loss of the self. The trivialization of the spirit.