Progress (n.) in a body has a threshold: past it, every structure the individual acquires is a chance of death.
Progress (n.) in history that gradually opens morality is a retroactive illusion: every new civilization both opens and closes from one center.
Progress (n.) is the thing that lets a string of sudden discoveries and the steady unity of a community be told as one story.
Progress (n.) is a web of inventions each resting on another, with the newest swallowing the oldest, and it can only exist through objects that outlast their makers.
Progress (n.) that is essential reunites what the market had split: cross the right threshold and the branches of a technics that social and economic adaptation had superficially separated converge again in one unit.
Progress (n.) exceeds the inventor's intentions because, in Teilhard's phrase, the rooms are greater than the house that was planned.
Progress (n.) as a belief is the old confidence in magic grown modern: an object with a modern look is credited with an almost supernatural power.
Progress (n.) is partly an optical illusion of the encyclopedia: by laying out in one glance what took ages to build, it presents a mere stage as a finished state.
Progress (n.) in the eighteenth century was continuous because it lived in elements: a gear cut better than last century's changed no habit, and each better tool simply made the old gesture succeed.
Progress (n.) used to be felt in the wrist, as force, speed and precision, and now is only thought; the man who thinks progress is no longer the man who works.
Progress (n.) became a doctrine when it was taken from craftsmen by mathematicians, who think of it as man taking possession of nature and not as a lived improvement of work.
Progress (n.) needs no engine of negation: in a phase schema reality splits around a neutral centre and regroups, without one side defeating the other.
Progress (n.) in the poets of the 1830s was at once a triumph and a twilight: an unfinished message in a bottle, unable to fulfil itself within itself.
Progress (n.) is not humanity conquering nature — it might as well be called nature naturalizing man; what actually grows is a third world between them, half technical, half geographic.
Progress (n.) stopped being gentle once the machine arrived as man's rival, and became the rape of nature and the conquest of the world.
Progress (n.) is, in a machine, the shrinking of the gap between the jobs a single part has to do.