Since 1991 or so I have believed that we as a species would not respond adequately to the threat of carbon dioxide build-up, and that everything would turn to shit. I had a vasectomy in 2004, pre-spawning, based on the belief that the problem was not what my children would do to the planet, but what the planet would do to my children.
I don’t believe in a fixed acquisitive human nature (if we are all innately greedy, why is so so much money and talent spent on advertising?). But I also don’t believe in a “noble savage” where we All Lived In Perfect Harmony with a Benevolent Nature.
Anyhoos, nothing since 1991/2004 has convinced me to reconsider my views on the pending/arrived ecological debacle. We are more fubarred than we can possibly understand. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun on the way.