If you look at the world today and see "exponentially accelerating progress," you are absolutely hopeless.
If you look at the world today and see "aborning superabundance," you are absolutely heartless.
This sort of vulgar, ugly, eager death-dealing Yankee-Doodle futurology has nothing to do with optimism, it has nothing to do with pessimism; it has nothing to do with "can-do" spirit, and just who lacks it or fancies they have it in spades.
It has nothing to do with "spurring innovation" or "providing foresight" or "celebrating imagination."
It is nothing but the earth-shattering futurological dead end and dark horizon where relentless cheerleading and hyperbole and scheming salesmanship condense in a quicksand of deception and self-deception so profound that the substance of history and futurity, peer-to-peer, and the light of the present world are utterly eclipsed, minds made minerals, liberty made gravity, hope made loot, life made death.
The lies of futurologists constitute the only singularity the futurologists will ever inhabit.
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