I have never much liked hierarchical organisations, or in fact, hierarchical anything at all. Once in the long ago, reading about a particular Buddhist movement, it was revealed that those who were members wore various colour sashes around their waists, this to distinguish the "level of attainment" of each. Which tended to make me feel just a little bit queasy. Moving on from this, linking it with other things, I once wrote a blog called (in a slightly tongue in cheek manner) "My fertile period", in which I included one or two poems that I had written. At the beginning I wrote:-
Yes, now I think it is sad in every way, and the "value" in all our expressions becomes clearer by the day.
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