Musk’s SpaceX applies to launch 1m satellites into orbit

I immediately read this news with interest, and I was delighted by it because I glimpsed in it a sort of great new discovery, somewhat similar to what the discovery of America must have been four centuries ago. Driven by strong enthusiasm for it, I wanted to do some calculations, done, so to speak, with a child’s abacus.
Data: Satellites N=10^6, orbiting at d=1000km above the ground and R=7350km from the center of the Earth.
Here are the results: surface area of the sphere centered on S = 4 * 3.14 * R^2 = 6.8 * 10^8 km2. Each satellite would have approximately S/N = 680 km2. The area is roughly square, with side L = 26 km. The hypothetical future tourist who will be on holiday in orbit approximately 1000 km above the surface will pass near a satellite every 2.5 seconds. This is a very short interval, similar to the frequency with which a driver encounters streetlights along a route in a city like Rome.
The worst is yet to come for us amateur astronomers. The angular distance between two nearby satellites is: 26km/1000km = 0.026 rad = approximately 1.5°. That is, between one false star (satellite) and the other closest to it, there would be only 3 lunar diameters. At 50x, we will see at least two satellites in the eyepiece field at the same time. Let’s hope they are invisible to the naked eye. If only each one had a magnitude of 1, it would be like having an almost full moon every night: goodbye to nebulae, clusters, and deep sky in general. This would lead to the bankruptcy of all telescope and accessory manufacturers. Thus, humanity will definitively lose a huge cultural heritage; no one will ever again look up at the starless sky; it will be pointless. Everyone, heads down, miserable, sad, and afflicted, will crawl on the ground almost like reptiles. In this state, I see no light, but black, the symbol of the famine emerging from the underworld: I see the apocalyptic Black Knight. A famine of natural stars, a famine of beautiful things. One side of his scale leans toward artificial light pollution, toward illusions, toward the falsehood that pushes everyone into the deepest corner of a Dantean Inferno.

I wonder if that “brilliant” idea is a sign of pure madness, a carnival joke, or something truly serious.