Architecture and Teleology

College number 17.
After a week hopping states on the East coast, I finished up my spring break visiting the colleges in northern California. There, I saw the utopias of the 50's through 80's, frozen but alive. It was a geological dig through layers of rocks belonging only recently to the youths who ate at diners and the students who protested the war in Vietnam. The whole time, I questioned: Was this how the people of this decade viewed the future? Were these buildings meant to last forever? Did the bubblish architecture of this apartment building want to be modular among the cities that the Jetsons would one day live in?
No. They were built for the decade. But call not their engineers myopic; they were human. Humans aren't building for the end. We do construct a little into the future, or at least advertise it so, as if some genius had traveled to the future and stolen technology from our sons and daughters. Yet humans never do look to the end. It's rather unhealthy to do so, rather suicidal. There is an end, and we know it is death. We aren't expected to be perfect; we were selected to be better. Yet we didn't die off. We continued to live to forge purpose into future.