Government works. Sort of.
It’s not the worst thing to happen to humans, but as a “success” it is a local, less than optimal, situation. But it was good enough that humans who governed each other were still able to survive and reproduce.
Government occupies what is known as a “fitness peak“; a local area of “good enough” (for now) in a range of possibilities.
Following the path up the mountain that signifies government leads to a dead end. You get to the peak, and you think it works, but you can’t go any higher. You can’t do better by doing more of the same. Maybe it even worked better than where you were. But as the sea rises, you realize you are trapped on an island that will soon vanish beneath the waves. You need to abandon your disappearing peak. And you can, but not without doing something which fearful, cowardly statists refuse to do.
You have to move from your suboptimal peak to a higher peak, and you can’t get there without coming down from your mountain and crossing a valley. A valley which may already be flooded, and if not, will be flooded soon; maybe even before you can fully cross it. But you have no choice– the human species has no choice.
Doing what is necessary is scary, especially to those whose blinders prevent them from seeing that they are at a dead end, and there are higher peaks, offering greater fitness, just a short journey away.