When I say Mass Man, I am referring to an individual, whether male, female, flying spaghetti monster, or whatever, that is completely vested in the images cast upon Plato’s cave.
The Mass Man has no clue it has fallen in love with an illusion. It would tear you apart for pointing out the lie. It knows only what it has been taught.
It bathes in willful ignorance.
Like Thomas Edison said, “Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.”
It doesn’t really decide for itself.
That is what I mean when I say “Mass Man.”