…yes. I think you just restated what I said as a way to answer my questions, haha. Yeah, it’s futile because it feels futile. And my observations are observations, just like yours; subject to being wrong. A hope in an afterlife can’t be proven, but if it benefits you and enriches the lives of others, what’s the harm? You say twice in your piece that accepting the dystopia liberates you from the toil, but how? And why? Is it because you aren’t in the rat race to be happy? If not happy, why live? I mean low expectations can’t be disappointed, and there is a very Buddhist thing about having happiness in what you have instead of searching for it, but that belief doesn’t intend for one to be miserable. I just don’t understand how seeing that narratives are BS is elevating, and I don’t think it’s a good message to hustle. We’re in a fallen state because we’re imperfect; secular or spiritual, it’s true. Sure, the narratives that we work together to improve humanity and that there is an afterlife could be false. But how does that acknowledgement transcend you? What specific things do you gain from it? What can you do better now?