Many years ago, when I was in my 20's, my friends and I would talk about the revolution that was to come.
We believed that things weren't right, there was so much pain on earth, and that the coming revolution would make everything fair and peaceful.
Our picture was that things were going to change for the better on planet earth, someday.
We had a vague notion that life as we knew it would have to go away, so that a new way of being could come into existence, and that it might get messy first. But it would be totally worth it because life would become easier and more fair for the people who'd been suffering. Plus all the mean people would somehow go away too.