I wonder about our human desire to progress. What would we do with perfection? It seems that the landscape of our country comes pretty close to Eden and yet, between the pristine places, there are pockets of development that could only mar, never improve.

Who wouldn’t want to live in a house with that view? But should we be allowed? A log cabin on the side of a mountain is pretty innocuous, but a Home Depot down the road supplying necessary insulation and concrete just knocked over an entire forest!

Nothing can ever be finished. A city is never done. I think human mobs crave change, not perfection.