The vastness of the future compels and overwhelms, entices in its ability to be manipulated, tugs at the inner core of hope. The color of its blue-blackness does little to frighten and its depth gives cause for contemplative thought.
It is not that the unknown can harm, fear does not exist, it’s not strong arm nor bullet. The unknown is much like beauty, enchanting, but beauty has an underside, this is the irony of living.
To equate the future to beauty is probably the best scenario, the most likely logic befitting the approaching unknown. This is not a positive manifesto but realistic doctrine, gleaned from years of future building, daily lessons.
The future, is beautiful.