Continuing to slog my way through Plato's The Republic, the Allan Bloom translation.
I love the portrait of the City in the Sky. There must be order, there must be equality, there must be unity and no division. The root of strife is desire, and the roots of desire are knowledge and jealousy. Everyone must have no luxuries, no surpluses, no wealth or even concept thereof. Everyone must do the one job they are selected from on high for, and be the best at it. Excess of efficient production will ensure there is never any lack, and if there is any surplus, including a surplus of people suited to a particular task, it must be disposed of. Everyone must live in common, with no knowledge of family or collective beneath or above the city itself. And to ensure the warriors fight all the harder, their assigned children will accompany them to war, and the soldiers who distinguish themselves in battle will be the only members of society given the slightest taste of praise or reward.
Everyone sleeps on the floor in one big room, wears no clothes, eats crap food in the dark, works for no good reason, kills off anyone they don't need, and the soldiers carry their children into battle. Gee, why does that sound familiar?