It's almost as if we are in Omelas, our worldwide festival of novelty and technology relying on a hidden destruction of the environment we do not pay attention

It's almost as if we are in Omelas, our worldwide festival of novelty and technology relying on a hidden destruction of the environment we do not pay attention to except once in a while (not to mention the countries.) I don't believe space travel is worth it if we get there through war, interpersonal alienation and violence required by the only current system poised to do it. Sometimes we have to entertain the idea of letting go of preventing every possible bad outcome and focus on what is needed in the current moment. Regrettably I'm not the most persuasive philosopher; Gil Scott-Heron has a song called "Whitey on the Moon" if one wants to think more poetically about it.