Why is the future of the planet the way it looks… ugh…?

I am reading an amazing and disturbing book.

Like yourself, I also prefer to look at the pretty, the beautiful, the harmonious, the happy... but if you want to tell the truth, there is not much of that, at least where humans are involved.

Of course I can't avoid it... no matter where I go, no matter where I look, some horrid inner turmoil of some person, wholly unrelated to what I am doing, is taking over my body. Ugh.

And then there are the people to whom I have to connect. You are not pretty inside.

The book, Stanislaw Lem's is the chronicles of a 25th, maybe 27th Century man, I. Tichy... who visits planets, who time travels, and chronicles.

The horrors he relates to with deadpan seriousness 1 is the future of the attitude we have on Earth.

Desire for the Self alone... disregarding the whole... narrow cone of vision.
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