Cars

Having a car is a great justification of the values that produced it. The having of a car transforms the desire for others to own a car into a societal "need" for which progress is "necessary". Progress snowballs by the dynamics of its carefully crafted needs. The car is of a different order of things, it demands a strongly disciplined collective to make cars, and which, at the same time, is prepared to knowingly destroy itself happily in going places that are, because of the car, no longer really worth going to. The car, to help the economy, will ultimately destroy it. Unless... But no. Let's in any case be fair: progress is driven not by the desire to exploit helpless minorities and underpriveleged masses but by the holy grail of wholesome work, of activity, of doing unquestioningly. Relevant questions are always actively veiled by the God of the moment. Conviction is wholesome, work is wholesome, it allows us to gather the world into our being, so that we swell with posessions and consequent substance. It is this that makes our architecture so generous, so large. This gathering of the world into our being through irreducible work is an aesthetic phenomenon, not in that it defines qualities by an attempt at description but because it blinds us to qualities and makes them silent. The world of progress is circular. Rest is expanded or reduced to a dream by the busy, a crude reward seducing us into the direction that progress has chosen with the ease that progress has promised and is then withdrawn and can never be given. To be given rest is to die. And rest given despite its government health warnings metapmorphoses itself into laziness and slothfullness in the restful.