Four million years ago, at the dawn of the age of the age that would belong to him, man mastered the art of tool-making.
With his tools, he tamed the world around him and created a food-surplus economy.
With the leisure that prosperity brings, he fought wars, persecuted, plotted and redeemed himself in equal measure.
Then to enliven this desperate struggle that is his life, he invented movies.
The thought that four million years of evolution led to Maalamaal weekly being made, can truly be depression-inducing, but I'm sure mankind has meandered before through evolutionary deadends.
However, a reviewing of the film 2001: A Space Odyssey can be a surprisingly effective cure.
Especially when supplemented by an elucidation of the subtext in that film.