I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said — “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Interesting essay but it makes a lot of presuppositions about human nature from a very anglo-centric perspective steeped in capitalist realism.
This sort of doomerism is terribly counterproductive and ironically idealistic.
A better world is possible.