It’s just so… inhuman. When I think about the wasted potential (even if I’m a bit uncomfortable with the phrase) because of capitalism and genocide and dispossession, I don’t think that we’ve been deprived of flying cars or nuclear fusion or whatever; I think about how many people could’ve been happier in a different world, how many families could’ve loved each other for longer and better, how many celebrations and expressions of the human condition could be out there, how much we’re missing out on the feeling of basic human dignity because we’re ground into paste by an uncaring, poisonous system.

I know how you feel and I share that feeling; I’ve gotten into some ugly internet arguments with vulgar utilitarians about such things: all that matters is the delusional fantasy of science beakers adding up to attain a Science Victory like in a fucking Civ game; actually living life and sharing that experience with love didn’t mean anything to such misanthropes.