Is that not the Promethean fable, that the fire stolen from the gods will light men their way even while it burns their hands?

Pointing to the sandstone buildings around us, some of which had stood there for several hundreds of years, she commented on how old everything in Oxford looked. Can’t they afford anything new? she asked earnestly.

Any technological advance can be dangerous. Fire was dangerous from the start, and so (even more so) was speech - and both are still dangerous to this day - but human beings would not be human without them.

It is a heretic that makes the fire, not she which burns in it

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

The power worship of the Promethean amounts to a travesty of the enhancement of life.