A monument to ambition will never really touch the sky.

When a business offers a product, they often suggest it is a step closer to some (vague) perfection. Very rarely does a businessperson say "Buy our oatmeal. It's oatmeal." Rather they say "Our oatmeal is special and better than regular oatmeal".

After buying the above oatmeal a person might go to a pharmacy. The pharmacist says "What is it you want?". And the oatmeal customer says "Well I would like some splendorous remedy that soothes my stomach as it nourishes and balances my system and detoxifies my innards".

The pharmacist then might say "Baking soda will settle your stomach".

So in which direction is "perfection"?  Is it the beautiful clever language of the salesman, or the simplicity and accuracy of the pharmacist?

The Tower of Babel has a lot of parallels today.

It is any group creation, even the group itself, that tries to climb above nature.

The lesson is not that it's wrong to climb, rather the Tower of Babel is the simple reality that nature will topple what does not stand properly. You can design a chicken with four drumsticks or a seedless grape, but it is nature that ultimately judges creations, not customers or stock price.

So are mistakes ultimately harmless, in the name of advancing knowledge?

On the one hand, the first person to discover electricity was probably electrocuted and his neighbors saw only a flash and smelled some smoke. On the other hand Ben Franklyn and Thomas Edison looked, studied and thought before each step.

In a world today filled with toxins, where 100% of the groundwater in the United States is contaminated,  where thousands of children starve to death daily literally a short plane ride from people who have billions, many structures we have created are challenging nature.

We can say we are not bothered by these things, but it is nature that decides what lasts, not us.

Throughout history and across cultures there has been this archetypal valiue of building with nature, not against it. From time to time a group arises that imagines itself greater than nature, and ignores the simplest of natural values. It always ends the same.

In the words of Amira Hass, "History does not recognize endpoints". Ultimately everything becomes the dust on which new things are built.