“The more I love humanity in general the less I love man in particular.”, Dostoyevsky writes in “The Brothers Karamazov”.
It’s not a particularly new sentiment. Many others have said something similar to it. Albert Einstein and Charlie Brown for example. It’s one of those glib phrases that has a nice clever ring to it.
When I am standing in a crowded tram with my fellow humans, I’m not particularly impressed by any of them. However, I’m not sure I’d go so far to say that I’m all that fond of humanity either. There’s a nice grand sound to it but it’s so conceptual.
I certainly need my immediate humans much more than I need the concept of humanity. Those dear to me and even those not so dear to me are the ones that keep me from drifting off.
What has humanity done for you lately?