Should we manage to not blow ourselves up to smithereens under the leadership of utter psychopaths and apocalyptic sociopaths, one task remains of the utmost importance: to ensure somehow the preservation of the memory of our dreams of what life on earth could have been.
We must ensure that our future generations will remember the stories of a world we dreamt of, because THAT collective memory might be the last surviving petri dish out of which a better civilization will emerge from, once the current demagogues, false prophets, and hope bandits will be long dead and buried.
Cursed be the Amygdala.
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