I would never defend the notion that anybody anywhere deserved lesser resources or lesser opportunities than myself, and so I will not believe that escapism is the response to a horrible world. Rather I see the horrible world as what happens when virtually everyone has fled any sense of personal responsibility. The masses are powerless only when it suits their self-interest. Nothing for the neighbors but always spare change for a stab at superstardom and the esteem of strangers.
Fantasists believe that guns save lives. Fantasists believe that government saves life. Fantasists believe that art saves lives. But when gun-owners, politicians or artists have their way, sacrifice is always someone else’s lot to suffer. And even if one just supports entitlements of others to own firearms, or enables whichever second coming running in whichever election or is a big fat fanboy for pop culture, they are supporting persons whose fantasies are dependent on sacrificing the livelihoods and well-being of anyone but themselves. Every life to avoid self-sacrifice creates the problems of the world. Equality cannot be the sharing of promised luxury, because that still allows for the entrapment, exploitation and extortion necessary for luxury’s aggregation and cultivation. Problems are solved not when we delegate the work onto others, but when we share in the burdens of others. People cry over their pile not being better, not questioning how exactly is life made more palpable by disregarding all the other parts of the world which do not appeal to them directly, its plethora of troubles and mysteries alike. And that is the poison to every well, how ego assures us that if some person, place or thing is not servicing our respective fantasy, then it is to be openly disdained as irrelevant, or somehow inferior or even a threat to survival.
When no thought or feeling or insecurity is relevant to actual life or death survival. Ask someone to trash their guns, and they will look at you as ridiculously offensive. Ask someone to stop voting, to stop endearing pay for their free expressions, and you will be met with the same responses. And there is a reason for this, the cowardice underlying all fantasies. Would you stop clapping and Tinkerbell disappears, you will be left alone with your thoughts and feelings and insecurities, and that explicit fear shared by all, that you are nothing but thoughts and feelings and insecurities. I have known all my life that the world holds nothing for me. I never tried to force the matter, because that is between me and the universe and nobody is responsible for that void. I’d rather go without all that is good in the world, than sacrifice anybody in it.
The only worthwhile life is the one worth sacrificing, but when life is always on the line all those clinging to fantasy show how worthless they truly are.