You're killing yourself with cynicism. Your idols got taken away from you one by one and now you have nothing… — Philip K. Dick

[Fiction] Appeals to the base lusts that hide in everyone no matter how respectable on the surface.

There is evil! It's actual, like cement.

We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope. Falling into an interminable ennui.