Poliical ingenues who howl away at Societies imperfections

Progressive, searching for a magic cauldron, as they pursue the ever elusive holy grail,  are like the ancients who would gather round the diseased apple trees and howl away
at the disease.  It is of interest that a powerful imagination fuelled by incandescence can create a new reality is of absorbing interest.  They will not be satisfied till their image is mythologised as them aboard a golden triumphal chariot riding through the sphere of the sun.