as Bauman said, modernity is what it is- as obsessive march forward- not because it always wants more but because it never gets enough; not because it grows more ambitious and its adventurous, but because its adventures are bitter and its ambitions frustrated.

the march must go on because any place of arrival is but a temporary station. no place is privileged, no place better than another, as from no place the horizon is nearer than from any other.