Metaphor alert!

I propose to anthropomorphize the automobile. Consider its function: to go. Are there any others? We might say that another function is to park, but once this happens the car loses its primary function, sort of like a virus without a host. So cars go, and go, and go. And there are millions of them, everywhere, like locusts. It's an invasion.

We've introduced this plague into our system ourselves. We rolled out the asphalt carpet. Whenever a new road bores through our system, it erodes. All this going everywhere, going, leaving, spilling out into people, hungrily going and devouring anything in its way. Its function cannot deal with something in its way: it must go. Every bump must be eliminated. Anything which prevents unobstructed 60 mph transport of these creatures must be destroyed. All beauty is reduced to fulfilling this function: to go. The ultimate system fulfilling its own prophecy: to go.