We can’t keep moving forward and forward and forward. There’s an end, and the faster we get there, the sooner we’re dead.
I was thinking (for once). If we kill all the ugly people, then we’ll just have pretty people left over. Or will we? No. Our standards will be naturally higher and more defined, and we’ll see everybody (who’s now pretty) as average.
And then we’ll want to kill all the ugly people. Just because we can. And then all the prettiest pretty people will be left. And nothing will get done.
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Er…that’s very lovecraftian of you. What do you suppose is at the “end”?