The most disturbing thing about lemmings is not that they follow one after another over a cliff or into traffic, it is not the carnage that inevitably ensues, one after another doomed by the need to follow blindly.
The disturbing thing is not the knowledge that lemmings only follow, so someone directed the first in line into a suicidal act.
The most disturbing thing is that lemmings do not commit mass suicide, it is only in our tortured use of cliches that they meet their death.
He should have known that the day was doomed from the moment he woke to see his alarm clock in pieces on the floor by his bed, the cat grinning at him from the place where the clock had always sat.
Finally arriving at the office, he was no sooner at his desk when the fire alarm bell rang. Within moments of reentering after the all clear, it rang again, and his own, very private Chinese fire drill was under way.
The day calmed until, after lunch, the Regional Manager arrived, gathered everyone at the great round conference table, and demanded to know who had made a simple error, and watched as the inevitable circular firing squad began.
The space between want and need is at once a vast gulf and the width of the hair, much the same as that separating luck and greed. It is only in the eyes mind that the gap is insurmountable and we give up hope that those who live in the land of wants will ever look across the border of tears and truly see those who are doomed to toil endlessly in the land of need.