One of my teenage friends liked to do drugs and make art, and one time he took acid and came to the conclusion that his keyboard was going to eat him if he moved.
I think of this when I think of people who live in the materially richest conditions to every exist but use their personal technological marvels to write messages to anonymous strangers that consumption is a curse, that the Earth will righteously kill her children, and that confronting people with this truth will help bring utopia.
Look, folks, there's only one forbidden fruit and only one vengeful Source. Eco socialism needs to get its own metaphysics.