I mean where is the endgame? To be so consumed by fear/hatred (same thing) that you willfully set society on a path to destruction, but to convince yourself your pile of invisible coins will save you from the consequences of trying to live on a dying planet.
The hubris is terrifying, is it not?
I mean where is the endgame? To be so consumed by fear/hatred (same thing) that you willfully set society on a path to destruction, but to convince yourself your pile of invisible coins will save you from the consequences of trying to live on a dying planet.
The endgame isn’t about what society has, it’s whatever makes the specific person comfortable.