"So, you just kept walking as the scuffing sound of crinkling cellophane whispered silently in the breeze you could no longer feel."
The animated short expresses in its own existence why I hate movies...
Well, to be more precise, modern movies. I actually do like the Wizard of Oz.
Listen people, if you're going to maintain even a modicum of your divine spark, you are not going to be like Neil Young and Joni Mitchell. You absolutely cannot shut off your higher functioning to become a prophet of the herd, and realize anything beyond the limited scope of the farm animal.
Harry can make excuses for them if he needs to, but they are the prophets of simple town.
There is a reason why the wheel of rebirth has at its center the farm animals. This is not to condemn farm animals, it isn't to disparage them, its simply understanding that they are not placed in control of the farm for obvious reasons.
Harry can pontificate all he wants on why people embraced the event 201 narrative. He could have made a more interesting video by noting the parallels between it and 911 and the Kennedy murder...but like all farm animals, what matters is plenty of indulgent sensory stimulation, not truth, and certainly not that irritating reminder that the extent of their free will is how long they will chew.
I don't hate Harry, I actually find some of his work incisive, informative, and thus useful. But Harry is blind to higher power, and he makes excuses for farm animals, whose gods live in reproduction, a good belch, and shitting out seeds upon the earth.
In conclusion, if you find yourself in line waiting for their bus, just leave.