Basically, in his essay “Can Socialists be Happy?,” Orwell poses a question about the utopian societies we tend to create in literature: Why the fuck do they always seem so shallow, uninspired, and down right fucking boring? Are we really able to live in a better world and actually be “happy”?
As I was reading, it reminded me of that scene in The Matrix when Mr. Anderson tells Neo that they once tried to put the humans in a perfect ‘world’ with no pain, crime, and poverty… but that the “crops” kept dieing; that people weren’t designed to live that way.
Is that true? That we need to have war and poverty in order to have vitality and passion.
Is happiness even pleasure, or just relief of pain?
Is happiness the goal?
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