Philosophy shows us that our need to find meaning in chaos forces us to create stories that mirror our inner turmoil. Think of existential ideas that argue our existence is inherently absurd. We shape narratives to cope with the brutality of our environment. When early humans looked up and saw an indifferent sky, they invented myths to explain their suffering. There is a basic human impulse to order chaos, even if that order is built on bloody, fucked-up fabrications.

Psychology reinforces this view. Our brains are hardwired to detect patterns and to create stories from raw, chaotic experience. Early myths like The Cosmic Hunt may have emerged as a way to project the dangers of a hostile world onto the sky. Influential thinkers like Jung and Campbell argued that these myths are archetypal, serving as blueprints for the human experience. The rivalry and eventual reconciliation between Gilgamesh and Enkidu, for example, capture a fundamental conflict between the cultivated self and the wild, unrestrained part of our nature.

Futurism tells us that these patterns are not relics of the past. Even as technology advances, the basic narratives remain the same. Our modern society continues to be driven by stories that glorify certain values and demonize others. As the gap between rich and poor widens, we see old narratives being repackaged to support new power structures. The notion that material wealth equates to value is just the latest form of the same bullshit myth that once explained why the sky was full of monsters.

History confirms that these stories have always been tools of control. The Cosmic Hunt, Gilgamesh, and even the narratives spread during British expansion all served to mold collective behavior. They provided frameworks for understanding the world, for justifying everything from brutal conquests to the oppressive idea that loyalty to authority is superior to personal freedom. Look at how native societies were forced to adopt divisive beliefs during colonial times, turning neighbors against each other in a bid to prove superiority.

At the end of the day, all these stories are self-made cages. They are just a load of bullshit we tell ourselves to mask the raw, unfiltered nature of our existence. We are not meant to be cogs in a machine that worships authority or material possessions. We are the wild ones, the ones who see through the bullshit and know that our worth comes from living freely rather than conforming to outdated narratives. So, fuck it, embrace the wild, and tear down these pathetic stories that try to confine you.