The world that we have been creating is a world that cannot be: an exhausted world, dense and choking full. It is hungry, because all purposeful sustenance has dissolved into superfluous garbage. We sense the alternatives but feel they are too abstract. The future is too abstract and conditional to be taken seriously; too abstract and conditional to be taken frivolously. In other words, let it alone: it is a thing for scientists and science fiction. Having a vision is hallucinatory, we prefer everything to be real. Let things evolve without fantasy, this is the way things are and have to be. Yet, if we can accept the idea that we are building a place that cannot be, why not allow ourselves to dream of an impossible place that could be? We are immersed in the chimerical fabrication of the most Quixotic madness, and we believe not only that it is real, but that this is the best of all possible systems. Now it is time to revaluate our madness and rediscover the positive ecstasy of creativity.