They are paid, handsomely, by it. Or otherwise brainwashed by it. And pummelled into ignorance by it, as they are told that to understand is stupid or delusional, knowledge ends at STEM, and the world only exists for efficient production of capital products.

The poets write laments about such false ages. Prophecies were written about such ages thousands of years ago.

The cycles are larger than us all.

One stable insight is that the chaos breeds possibility, and thus hope. In the meantime, however…