There was still plenty of food and fuel and so on for all the the human beings on the planet, as numerous as they had become, but millions upon milions of them were starving to death now.
And this famine was as purely a product of oversized brains as Beethoven’s Symphony.
It was all in people’s heads. People had simply changed their opinions of paper wealth, but, for all practical purposes, the planet might as well have been knocked out of orbit by a meteor the size of Luxembourg.
The financial crisis was simply the latest in a series of murderous 21st century catastrophes which had originated entirely in human brains.
More and more humans were saying that their brains were irresponsible, unreliable, hideously dangerous, wholly unrealistic— were simply no damn good.
Kurt Vonnegut. Galàpagos. 1999