Germany's self-destruction is reminiscent of the end of the Roman Empire.

So, how's the nation doing? Answer: From a cell biology perspective—it's just gone into a state of suspended animation. In biology, this is called apoptosis, programmed cell death. When things stop working, the cell shuts itself down. Germany seems to be taking this principle literally: "Activate Tanatos, please." Sigmund Freud would say the collective death drive is running smoothly—diagnosis: final stage of self-destruction with societal inflammation.

We live in the age of toxic emotion. Every tweet is a blow, every comment a minor civil war. People used to think before they acted—now, one trigger is all it takes, and they react like animals in a stimulus-response test. Reflex instead of reflection. Outrage instead of empathy. Reason? Offline. Instead, it's a constant state of outrage mode: Climate! War! Language! Migration! Woke! Nazism! Any topic with enough moral dynamite to switch off the brain and raise blood pressure.

From a psychological perspective, there's even a method to this madness: Modern humans define themselves through identity theater. "I'm a climate activist!", "I'm an anti-fascist!", "I'm pro-vaccine!" – and woe betide anyone who disagrees. Then it's not a difference of opinion, but a narcissistic injury. And how does the ego react when it's stung? With hatred, with shitstorms, with a moral machete. The digital mob replaces the pillory, the "like" replaces the stone-throwing. The rabble is now algorithmically organized.

We've perfected the art of mob mentality: a digital lynch mob in real time. It used to be the neighbor who denounced you to the Stasi—now it's the avatar with the rainbow emoji clicking "Report." All in the name of good, of course. Meanwhile, the death drive has long since become state philosophy: deconstruction as a national pastime. Family? Patriarchal. History? Colonial. Humor? Discriminatory. Language? Racist. Reason? Right-wing. Welcome to the age of moral self-castration.

And the doctor? He sits beside him and calls it what it is: Tanatos, the little brother of Eros. The urge not to live, but to destroy—oneself, others, discourse. Germany, it seems, has elevated this drive to a matter of national interest. Apoptosis at the federal level—only without rebirth.

What to do? Freud would recommend the couch, Nietzsche laughter. Humor, says psychiatrist Bonelli, is the best remedy—but only if you laugh with the patient, not at them. It's just a shame that in Germany humor is now considered a microaggression. A small, self-deprecating smile could work wonders. Perhaps that's the recipe: less Tanatos, more Eros. Less Twitter, more reflection. Less hate, more humor. And perhaps, just perhaps, the country will eventually reconnect—before the last cell pulls the plug.

Conclusion: Germany is not a patient being treated – it's already lying on the couch, smoking its last cigarette and discussing its childhood with Freud. And while the doctor takes notes, the patient murmurs contentedly: "I'm not sick – I'm woke."

Germany's self-destruction is reminiscent of the end of the Roman Empire (Raphael Bonelli)