We are born by accident into a purely random universe.
When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.
Utopias are boring. Distopias on the other hand, are interesting.
Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.
Aristocrats might shrug, but commoners, dreading any collapse of the social order, wanted the rules of behavior to be observed.
Stale is stale and borrowed is borrowed, no matter how original your models may have been.