To Progress and Technology

Science - vengful, ravenous beast Can you never be sated, never satisfied in the least? Within your core beats an iron heart that will not die Fueling the barbarous claw and meddling eye. Can you leave no corner or crevice untamed? Must you ravage one's fancy without mercy or shame? Have you not desolated the last of the sidhe, Chased the nymph from her spring, the dryad from her tree? What will you do when there is nothing left to explore, When all the world's mysteries are mysteries no more?