So yeah, people lie. They, we, all do. Some of us understand the extent to which this is true better than others, but that’s probably just because we haven’t all spent equal time wondering when it was we first started doing it. Let alone why. Interesting questions. After the fact, it’s blindingly obvious why we would want to lie: accomplished liars get to mate faster and more often. Which still is the purpose of life, even though it may not be terribly fashionable to phrase it that way these days.
Like all those before us, we’ll walk right into our tragic futures thinking everything will be alright. ‘Cause that’s who we are. That’s all we got. Our tragedies will be as over the top bloody and deadly too as the Greeks’ were.
Meanwhile, being the modern people we are, we can’t help but wait for Godot, and we’ll die waiting, because our optimism bias tells us he will come.
No, this is certainly no time for easy optimism, but tragically, that’s all there is.
We’re only static on the radio, picking up speed.