Corruption and short-termism are pushing us along the path of sorrows. Via Dolorosa.
The infinitesimal place I take up is so tiny compared to the rest of space where I’m not, and which has nothing to do with me; and the portion of time given me to live is so negligible next to the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t – while in this atom, this decimal point, the blood courses, the brain works, and wants something also. … What an outrage! What nonsense!
[Ivan Turgenev, ‘Fathers and Sons’]