Since the beginning, civilization has been a wager against our own nature.
We built tools to ease the burden, cities to escape the wild, systems to tame chaos.
Each invention promised arrival. Each age believed it was the last that would need saving.
No matter how perfect the construct, man finds the crack and widens it.
He wants meaning, not comfort, and when he cannot find it, he burns what he built.
Give man paradise and he will tear it down, just to prove that he can.
The question is not whether progress continues.
It is whether it will ever be enough
for a creature that cannot bear happiness.
Progress Against Ourselves
Since the beginning, civilization has been a wager against our own nature.
We built tools to ease the burden, cities to escape the wild, systems to tame chaos.
Each invention promised arrival. Each age believed it was the last that would need saving.
Yet the hunger stayed.
No matter how perfect the construct, man finds the crack and widens it.
He wants meaning, not comfort, and when he cannot find it, he burns what he built.
Give man paradise and he will tear it down, just to prove that he can.
The question is not whether progress continues.
It is whether it will ever be enough
for a creature that cannot bear happiness.
You can not out-engineer the void inside man.