The myth of the chosen one is as old as human history, and perhaps the greatest fantasy humanity has collectively had. The powerlessness one has in being made special by birth is in stark contrast with the dog eat dog reality in which one must toil to stand out. The myth of the chosen one is a feminine fantasy. The chosen one has no power over his birth, and yet he is made special by it alone. He has been raped and tattooed, but thinks he has been rewarded. He is made to believe his work makes no difference, that his interaction with the physical world is of no consequence. Any respectable man would know the source of his worth lies in his work. Any secure man would believe in his ability to work and not some myth that invalidates its necessity. The weak and insecure are attracted to the myth of the chosen one because when one has so little to offer, they delude themselves into thinking they are above the work of others.

A single person believing in the myth of the chosen one would cause no harm, but when you get millions of people who believe in the myth, it forms the backbone for oppression. The weak and insecure are the last to admit their flaws in reasoning or apologize for being wrong. Instead, they are more likely to make their case true by whatever means necessary. Alone, they cannot do much, but together, they can work together to make the myth appear as true. Shame is no longer felt once a certain threshold of delusion is exceeded, and they believe their ability to deceive others is evidence that the myth must be true. A type of schizophrenia manifests as their perceived reality slowly loses touch with the objective reality. And it becomes harder and harder to maintain the myth.