You need to read more science fiction. Nobody who reads science fiction comes out with this crap about the end of history.
Empathize with stupidity and you’re halfway to thinking like an idiot.
My enemy is twice dead, and I still have him.
There was something comforting about having a vast hydrogen furnace burning millions of tons of material a second at the centre of a solar system. It was cheery.
Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take that light.
There is only darkness, starless and complete. The waves glitter like a million dull knives.
Yes of course I know it’s all a dream. Isn’t everything?