What does it mean to live fully in a time of rampant escapism?
Which has been, perhaps, all of the humanity’s time, anyway.
Is it wrong, then, to create, to turn to something outside of the self, even to the extent of making something simply for that sake, to perpetuate the consciousness’s self-denial? Must this tendency be fought? For what?
What then ought to be the humans’ relationship with their greatest creation, technology?