The people are not good, as soon as the shaping circumstances get ugly. If the world decides to run you out of life, because you are poor while the chunk of wor

The people are not good, as soon as the shaping circumstances get ugly. If the world decides to run you out of life, because you are poor while the chunk of world society eats every day shrinks (aka resource window aka surplus bribe) very few will accept this. And as we have spent millenia in this situation,this cycle of strife , our gut instincts have developed to optimize society towards it. No science, No music, says gut. Just many offspring . No peace upon neighbours says gut, if war dont be civil. No mercy says gut, Gut willz it! And it must be divine, for its still inside and nore than instinctive gametheory with a wig. Imagine, you had a waking moment , stumbling back from the battlefield towards the vally of plenty. About being stuck in eldritch horrors, about how you could make, that good moment last forever if rocks were bread. How you could excise the horror from the history books. How some of home stumblers seem to miss their part of the horror already, adapted in mind towards their part of the loop. Never again says gut, the forever again, a exponential fly, bumping against the glass roof.All is gut with the world! Idealizations of reality prevents the handling of reality, thus feeds the beast, thus is a retardation .