Where we see the appearance of a chain of events, Walter Benjamin sees one single catastrophe, which unceasingly piles rubble on top of rubble and hurls it before his feet.
He would like to pause for a moment so fair [verweilen: a reference to Goethe’s Faust], to awaken the dead and to piece together what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise, it has caught itself up in his wings and is so strong that the Angel can no longer close them. The storm drives him irresistibly into the future, to which his back is turned, while the rubble-heap before him grows sky-high. That which we call progress, is this storm.
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