“They can’t save us from ourselves… Men prefer sorrow over joy, suffering over peace. They revel in pain and bloodshed and celebrate murder.”
This feels like someone telling you to put your seatbelt on, but just to spite them you intentionally don’t and then the car crashes and you die a miserable death - that, but also your whole family and all your ancestors died the same way.
A masterpiece that will always have endless relevance as humanity will, in perpetuity, demonstrate that they are incapable of tolerance.
