To be fair, that's most people.Like a person than lost his mind but is still breathing.
Imagine a mouse head on a pole while tribal squeaks of obedience to the moon-god echo nearby.Four healthy breeding pairs of mice were allowed to reproduce freely in a 'utopian' environment with ample food and water, no predators, no disease, comfortable temperature – a near as possible ideal conditions and space. What happened was described by the author in terms of five phases: establishment, exponential growth, growth slowing, breeding ceases and population stagnant, population decline and extinction
http://charltonteaching.blogspot.com/2016/12/mouse-utopia-and-dysfunction-and.html
Sounds perfect. I always thought they had a point with that song.The Mob Rules by Black Sabbath comes to mind all this while enjoying 965 in a skull shaped meerschaum.