I was disappointed with the world long before Greta Thunberg flew out her father’s balls.

Many in my generation had been fed utopian visions of the future since infancy. Cybernetic humans. Off-world colonies. Vehicles that defied gravity. Although naïve I knew these advances didn’t necessarily promise peace. I read speculative literature. I read sci-fi. Nanotech somehow becoming sentient and running amuck. First contact made with sinister entities. Stars wiped out as an unintended consequence of interstellar travel.

The dark side of possible advances in science gave us something to think about and reason to pause before we made any rash decisions. More importantly and despite the risks involved these visions of the future hinted at something immensely profound that seems to underlie our collective humanity;

Are we not meant for transcendence?