With my days abroad numbered and in a decrescendo, I leave you with an inquiry; for centuries if not longer we’ve utilized this concept of ‘progress’ to underscore all of the achievements we accomplished. Yet, if we look at the concept ontologically, there’s a sense of the Nietzsche’s Apollonian illusion; that we’ve created ‘progress’ for ourselves to endure the randomness of our world and to justify whatever atrocities result. It becomes a convenient excuse that is easily explained by pointing to all of the material goods we’ve produced, yet ignores the existential component of our lives. For all the ‘stuff’ we have, we’ve neglected ourselves in the process. Thus, are we progressing or regressing, and in what way?