The beauty of freedom is that when you die because of your mistakes only you die. In your vision, we are all joined at the hip and you and peoiple like you make all the decisions, which means I die for your mistakes. Again, no thanks. If I make a mistake and die fine, but I'm not dying for your mistakes. I will not let a collective or intellectual elites make my decisions for me. My mistakes are my own. Yours are your own. I refuse to let the poor decisions of others affect me any longer.