I return to this thought every now and again, so I re-articulate.
I look out at a world with which I have nothing in common. I think these people have no clarity to their thinking; even more, I think they're caught up in a quest for social power by replacing their thinking with memorized knowledge about what other people like (trends, memes, "morality"). Socialization has replaced the ability to reason, and "reason" as we like to call it has become deconstruction, or a breaking down to the simplest element and assuming it's an independent variable; even worse, we often create mental figures that are logical according to our thinking, but have no antecedent in reality, but we claim these are somehow more real than reality itself.
Then I look at a list of great thinkers, starting with Friedrich Nietzsche but extending to Aldous Huxley, Tom Wolfe, Julius Evola, Ferdinand Celine, Michel Houellebecq, even Siddhartha, who saw the same thing.
Then I think further... uncountable planets, let's just say that one in every million has life. That means a lot of competition. Which species thrive? Those that break out of this path. The others die out like any irrelevant thing.
So we live in this species which goes through cycles of denial->death, and yet we strive onward, because (speaking for myself) we believe in life. We think the experience of consciousness is not just good, but amazing, must-see TV (heh). We think it should always exist and be enhanced, pushed further in a quest to make it better. In the worlds of Houellebecq, we believe that life can be pure unadulterated joy, and we trust the universe to do something good -- though not necessarily clear to us -- when we kick the bucket and turn into worm food.
In the meantime, we are in the grips of a moral or even theological struggle. Most people are hellbent for denial. They start with the premise of equality, which allows them to justify their insane opinions, and then quickly invent whatever sequence of words they need to in order to hide their desire to hide from reality in all forms. We're all equal! We all deserve equal treatment, equal resources! We should be able to do whatever we want!
And the grand lie:
"What I do doesn't affect you!"
They say that as society, its pants around its knees and a needle in its hand, looks up from its grey rubble flesh in the ghetto of filth and mental disrepair, and says collectively, "What, me worry?"
They have ruined society through this fundamental deconstruction, separating cause and effect and individual from world. They will ruin anything they touch. They invent pleasant fictions about how large corporations, Kings, governments, Hitlers or even Satans are the things oppressing us, but really, it's our own bad judgment and monkey impulses that enslave us. We cannot control our desires. We are easily fooled by misleading or ambiguous symbols. And worst of all, we frequently cannot escape our own mental tokens and process in order to notice the world, a process called solipsism.
Either we are freaks, or they are freaks; actually, both are true. We are freaks, or exceptions, in a time when 90% of humanity have found a billion ways to think the same thing, which is that their desires matter more than reality and that morality is a means of manipulating others to get these desires accomplished -- they ignore the secondary consequences, of course; they got what they wanted. But that means that they are freaks according to nature, a species that avoids reality and hides inside its own head, all while congratulating itself on its intellect.
It's the hydra: uncountable heads, a single root concept, which is that our mental impressions -- which are easily forged by our social impressions, since those too use feelings and words and images -- can be projected onto reality, because they are morally more important than the consequences of our acts.
I am happy being a freak because I do not participate in the death-cycle. It is fundamentally against my wiring to do so; I love life, and I love consciousness, and the death-cycle keeps both in a zombie state of "thinking" (the same seven basic desires) and "living" (in a world of not only limited options, but zero appreciation for truth, beauty and clarity). The neurotic human monkey runs onward, on a perpetual quest for the latest and greatest or the newest and most important, but life alone is eternal.
They are the freaks, although we are in this age freaks, and we do well to remember that.