“ We cannot do without the notion of progress, yet it does not deserve our attention. It is like the “meaning” of life. Life must have one. But is there any which does not turn out, upon examination, to be ludicrous?
Trees are massacred, houses go up—faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.
There is something enveloping and voluptuous about the notion of fatality ”
 Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born (1973). copy citation