There’s a long history of Utopian literature: stories of how we’ll make the world anew, be rid of all problems, leave history behind and find ourselves in a perfect world. (Me thinks this runs rampant in Futurist circles.) Perfection in human behavior can only be achieved by removing the human. Every time we try to make heaven on earth, we find ourselves in hell.

From the article in The Weekly Standard: “Back in Victorian times, people had some excuse for utopianism, which had not had very much in the way of a real-world tryout at that point. Now it has. Now we have no excuse for an easy faith in other, better worlds, as opposed to slightly improved versions of this one. This must be why other utopian theorists tend not to look to the past but to disguise their utopianism as “progressivism.” But as G. K. Chesterton had asked, if you’re going to use the word “progress” you need to explain it. Progress towards what, progress away from what? He also said that progress isn’t always about leaving things behind us, sometimes it is leaving things inside of us. The tyranny of change addiction, believing that change is the only constant is to believe that we have learned nothing.

The future will not be perfect. It can be better, but it will be messy and never in a constant stream forward.