“Myths do not, properly, belong to the rational mind.” – Joseph Campbell
A vagabond living a life of peace, kindness, love, truth and honesty is dropped into the middle of a politically divided neighborhood on the verge of a riot. She has 24 hours to unite the neighbors before the entire community explodes into a blood bath.
This is a story born from fear—fear of what began rising in America in 2016 on both the far right and the far left. Beneath the political slogans, I recognized the machinery of groupthink and the way it crushes the individual. This film is a response.
We’re told our divisions are political or economic. But deeper than that lies a spiritual crisis. We've lost the thread of the inner voice. Conscience has been replaced with compliance.
This film explores an ancient tension: groupthink versus individuality.
Groupthink demands loyalty, silences dissent, and trades moral assertion for collective certainty. History shows us that the greatest horrors weren’t committed by one dictator, but by the thousands who followed the dictator.
Poem of the Holy Fool is a defense of the individual—a song for the soul that refuses to vanish into the crowd.
In a time when polarization is treated like moral clarity, this film asks something more dangerous, more enduring:
Is there a place for the individual anymore?
It doesn’t offer easy answers. But it insists that individuality is not selfishness—it’s the root of what’s sacred in us.
