In Continuity, it is impossible to distinguish phenomena at their merging-points, so we look for them at their extremes. Impossible to distinguish between animal and vegetable in some infusoria but hippopotamus and violet. For all practicable purposes they’re distinguishable enough. No one but a Barnum or a Bailey would send one a bunch of hippopotami as a token of regard.
progress seems to demand apocalypse, or maybe there is nothing more apocalyptic than progress.
slowly run down to nothing
spectacle is the thing and spectacle my moan of entropy but never allow for it. so we run run down.