The Innate Desire for Happiness

Every innate desire corresponds to some real object. We would be exceedingly surprised to find any counter example. So you have here a planet full of Romeo ends, longing for Juliet ends, which never exists and never will exist. You can't even write a decent science fiction story about that. It doesn't make sense. I suppose we could imagine it. But not just unimaginably self-contradictory like doing to making five.