The day can be foreseen when silent natural creation will have yielded altogether to human creation, hideous and flashing, resounding with revolutionary and warlike clamors, humming with factories and trains, at last definitive and triumphant in the course of history — having completed its task on this earth, which was perhaps to prove that everything grandiose and staggering it could accomplish throughout thousands of years was not worth the fleeting scent of the wild rose, the olive grove, the beloved dog.

—Albert Camus, Notebooks