man encountering the electric implosion within his own culture 
is his steady and rapid transformation into a complex and 
depth-structured person emotionally aware of his total 
interdependence with the rest of human society. 
Representatives of the older Western individualism are even 
now assuming the appearance, for good or ill, of Al Capp’s 
General Bull Moose or of the John Birchers, tribally dedicated to 
opposing the tribal. Fragmented, literate, and visual 
individualism is not possible in an electrically patterned and 
imploded society. So what is to be done? Do we dare to 
confront such facts at the conscious level, or is it best to 
becloud and repress such matters until some violence releases 
us from the entire burden? For the fate of implosion and 
interdependence is more terrible for Western man than the fate 
of explosion and independence for tribal man. It may be merely 
temperament in my own case, but I find some easing of the