"Progress" in the sense of Republican profits is the kind of thing we needed to ban many years ago. At this point, as the Sixth Extinction drowns 1,500 Pakistanis and the investor class drinks a toast to murder, we must imagine a kind of progress that starts with love and forgiveness. And goes from there to riding the waves of calving glaciers and collapsing jet-streams. Our future, if we are being honest, is a brutal dream. Something like trees who come clutching axes in their branches.