What do we imagine would happen, anyhow, if we brought ourselves to some future where all that could be discovered had been discovered, and all that could be perfected had been perfected? Do we imagine entropy would cease, or that the susceptibilities of the human ego to its baser inclinations would vanish, or no longer influence us? So that some sort of utopia would commence? Or even a more modest arena of existence, wherein our curiosity was satisfied to such an extent that we did not suffer the tremors of our own restlessness?