The drama of salvation

The recieved wisdom is that evolution isn´t teleological, while human history is (yes, that would be the Western Idea of Progress in all its forms, including the version which singled out a late medieval plague-ridden authoritarian regime with state brothels in northern Italy as the apex of human existence, you know, Florence). 

My impression is rather the opposite: *evolution* is teleological, while human history is *not*. Then, I´m a born contrarian, so perhaps I should hold my peace? But yes, I do find it difficult to reconcile these notions with one another. 

The most obvious solution is that humans aren´t the end-point of evolution, indeed, we might not even be a stepping stone towards it. Perhaps we are a failed evolutionary experiment? Or a kind of weird side branch of an evolutionary-teleological tree the real end-point of which is Galactic Consciousness? (I know, an old New Age trope, but at midnight Swedish time on a Friday, I couldn´t come up with a better one!) 

The Great Cosmic Architect might not care *that* much about our *fantastic* ability to build H-bombs, devastate the atmosphere of a small M-class planet, think out weird philosophies such as "New Materialism" or "Husserlian Phenomenology", or claim that a late medieval plague ridden town is closer to the Architect than anything else you care to think of. Or maybe he does think enough about us to give us an exit door. If we could just find it...

Maybe that´s our teleology. Find that damn door!