their lack–and hatred–of awe is breathtaking in its own right.

in early days of mcsweeney’s, there was a writer (i wish i could remember his name) who had a recurring series documenting how past cultures adapted their metaphorical understanding of the human brain and consciousness based on the most important component of their economy. in an agrarian society, our thoughts were blossoms blooming from our tree brain. mercantilism and smithing meant our brains were now forges hammering out pure ideas. after the industrial revolution, voila–we’re thinking machines gearing up notions at scale.

in almost every case, it was a sign of someone running away from any greater potential of human creativity. they crave to be caged. these dipshits are no different.