And there’s an addictive side to this. People try to do stupid technological replacements for natural primate actions, but it doesn’t quite give them the buzz that they hoped it would. Even though it looks quite magical, the sense of accomplishment is not there. So they do it again, hoping that the activity, like a drug, will somehow satisfy the urge that it’s supposedly meant to satisfy. But it doesn’t. So they do it more and more – and they fall down a rabbit hole, pursuing a destructive and high carbon-burn activity, when they could just go out for a walk, or plant a garden, or sit down at a table with a friend and drink some coffee and talk for an hour. All of these unboosted, straight-forward primate activities are actually intensely satisfying to the totality of the mind-body that we are.I think jwgh complained about this type of argument in a comment somewhere recently: "My pleasures are genuine, and I engage in them all the time because they truly gladden the soul. Your pleasures are counterfeit, and you engage in them all the time because your subconscious dissatisfaction with them drives you to compulsive addictive behavior."
Also, I'm not sure the distinction he draws is genuine. Consider: we all know that there are people who have a never-satiated compulsive appetite for sex, and that's about as natural a primate pleasure as there is. I consider it entirely logically possible that we could have genuine pleasures that speak to the essence of being human and that are also wasteful and destructive.