So I read Vonnegut’s absurd novel “Cat’s Cradle” (no cat, no cradle), and actually found it therapeutic. If you adopt a pessimistic attitude that everyone is a fucking idiot and there is nothing you can do about it, it’s vastly easier to avoid a judgmental attitude, as well as much mental turmoil.
I am reminded of the habit of some Sufi sects of labeling people by their particular form of idiocy. And I then think, though, that only an idiot would try to explain this convention.