Why do we keep pretending that the "civilized" world isn't just a giant, high-stakes cage? Society loves to tell us we’re naturally chaotic and need their laws to keep us from tearing each other apart, but maybe the "chaos" is just us trying to breathe. Are we born as blank slates of peace or fundamentally wired to wreck things? I’m leaning towards the idea that the structures we built to "save" us are actually what's making us lose our minds. We trade raw instincts for cubicles, then wonder why we feel hollow. Maybe the "savage" state was the only time we were actually free. 🎸 https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/hobbes-moral/