When you see how deep its tentacles reach, you fall apart.
But that doesn't need to be the end of the story. Because in the painful seeing of how deeply those tentacles have bitten right down into the skin of everything ~ turned us against each other and outsourced everything, including meaning ~ then, after that, comes the sunrise. Then you begin to see how different it could be. How invested with meaning the alternative would be. How you would work harder than you do now, but it would be more enjoyable. How you could begin to stop hating your neighbour, when they stop being your alienated competitor.
And then, once you see the alternative, you can't stop seeing it. And it gives you hope.
Apart from the bits of schmaltz here and there, this is a pretty good example of the beginnings of that.