The twenty-seventh night
Marx stands between the moment of becoming and the moment of being, believing he holds a unique position between God and the people. As he watches the muscular surge of crowds below, he realises their potential is electrifying.
Crowd law is the essence. You can smell it in operation. The ontics of the surge, the behaviour of the beast in the packed masses; explained by group psychologists but unstoppable and unpredictable.
The swirl of the crowd is hypnotic, from Marx’s viewpoint behind the parapet the masses are forged into one pinhead textured body. Nothing stands in the way of this creature as it snakes its way through the streets, not Marxism, Capitalism or Religion, this is a creature of the body not the mind. A triumph of instinct over will.
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