future kr8 driving river of my dreams drags me on these days i get no rest i smell the future -Peter Mulvey- 991102 ... Colleen She had never known before how much the country had meant to her. The chirping of the crickets in the long grass had been the sweetest music. She felt as if her heart were hiding there, somewhere, with the quail and the plover... Under the long shaggy ridges, she felt the future stirring. 991112 ... s what are you going to make of it? what about the guy sitting next to you? 991126 ... Wally One word: Y2K! Wait, that's not a word. (He mumbles at me from backstage.) Oh, it is? Since when did Webster add it to the dictionary? (I take a sip of cold water clearing my throat and nasal congestion.) 991223 ... nullspace my obsession i fear that i may never be at peace. always chasing after what i don't have 000113 ... old hick The tragedy of both the future and the past is that they cause most of our worries yet neither exists. 000122 ... fairydust richard and i sat in the back of the class and whispered everyone's future lives. what kind of people they would be, their jobs, exc. we both agreed that when we're old we will live next door to each other, everyday, he'll come over to have coffe while i have my joint, and we'll wait for the aliens in my backyard. sometimes i say " Richard, you are so mean." and he says " No I'm not. I just tell you things that you don't want to hear." And he's right. 000331 ... tourist We need to hold this tech civilization together long enough to get a foothold in free space. learn to farm in the asteroid belt put a permenant settlement on Luna and Mars. To give rise to the next teetering step child of homo-erectus/homo-sapiens. witness the dawn of homo-celestus. star children moving beyond the planetary circle. I believe that real contact from extraterrestrials will most likly occur once we are finally living off planet, not before. Once we're space wise and self sufficient they will come and share the seacret of folding timespace and allow us access to the sentient brotherhood of gallactic reason. but first we have to learn to work together to this end. you don't meet the neighbors by staying inside sqabbling over who has the remote control,or who ate my Cheetos 001020 ... silentbob i can predict the future: You're going to go get me some cheetos, cuz you ate all of em in my last bag 001021 ... pants banana mail me a bowl of cereal. 001021 ... tourist Does that mean that I gotta get more beer too? shit! 001021 ... Sol We all worry: when is it in, when can i get it tomorrow 010304 ... maurice the future is whatever you make it to be, because your the only one that accountable for you . and if you keep that in mind, make life work for you always, then there's no stoppin' you!!! 010323 ... Toxic_Kisses Remember the futures of the past? When people drove around in spaceships And had a cup of instant smile The future was supposed to be squeaky clean And never have any problems The Jetsons like the Brady Bunch in spacesuits But used space aged birth control 011013 ... Sonya the sullen feline I pray that you and I will have a future, united forever. And as you always put it, the stars would be watching earnestly as we explored the caverns of each other's hearts and the garnens of our minds. I fear this future is but a dream and pray that one day you and I will be there. 011013 ... chiller i get very very anxious and start acting like a distrofic / distrofik 011122 ... j_blue i once managed to live beyond my suicidal phase by looking to the future i'm here and now i know that i dont have one 020130 ... ClairE The future is like a building and I'm walking furious fast paced down the sidewalk to get there. It already exists. I just have to get there. 020131 ... j_blue when you get there, it wont be what you thought it was 020206 ... little wonder Today I went to look at my mom's new house. It was the most depressing thing I've done in a long, long time. Why does this have to happen... 020206 ... Rhin Lord Alfred Tennyson once wrote, 'For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.' I say, 'For I have dreamt of the future, far as my soul would allow, Saw a vision of a man and all the sorrow he would bring.' ...A dark barren hallway stretches out before me. The walls cold and damp to the touch...so cold that they feel hot. Try as I might, I can't seem to find the end. I have grown weary of walking and stop for a moment. With my hand still delicately pressed to the mortar, I instinctively sense that someone is behind me. Each single strand of hair pulls away from my skin as his words reach out from the air around me. "Rhin, if nothing else, please consider me as an option, as opposed to a lifetime alone." I whirl around to face him, but say nothing. His soothing gentle voice somehow breaks through my walls. The crumbling stone falls to my feet and I look down to see all of my anguish in a puddle of debris. Out of thin air he seemed to have come, like a screaming wind that sneaks upon the last light of day. Noticing his tousled hair laying delicately upon his forehead and a journey-worn pack strung across his back, I say, "What would make you think that you could ever be a more comforting alternative to loneliness?" With shaking hands posed in front of me, I try to push him away. Yet steadfast he remains, never faltering in his step. "Go back from where you came" I beg repeatedly. "You bring with you nothing I will touch." I see the knives and lies over-flowing from your pack. Your tears and blood-stained words drip down to lie at your very feet. You believe that I will save you, thus saving me from myself. "If you must believe in something, then believe that I am no fool. I laugh at your aching heart...mocking your very pain." My attention is quickly diverted as the faint chirp of a music box reaches my ears. You say, "It's Love Story. Do you remember?" I deny remembering, but know that I could never forget. You say, "May this melody sing to your heart forever and a day." For a moment, the look in your eyes halt my retreat. I can see what was once there and what I use to love. With trembling hands, I reach out to you, remembering what you were. Then the silence is broken as a knife slips from your pack and hits the floor in an echoing reminder of truth. Your eyes close as your body winces from the sound. My breath catches in my throat and my hands quickly pull away. I lower my head upon catching the aching look in your eyes. I try to convince myself that everyone deserves a second chance. I attempt to find in your eyes the man you use to be. I can see that there is nothing there. My search is in vain as I discover that the man I once knew no longer exists. With my heart full of tears and my soul in a defiant stance, I turn and walk away, almost daring you to follow me. Up ahead I see a small glimmer of light. I begin to run toward it. I faintly hear someone calling me. I stop and search the hall in confusion, yet it is as silent as a Pharaoh's tomb. Shaking my head in bewilderment, I continue on. "Rhin, come back to me", I hear again and again. I stop again and look behind me, knowing that I will never return to him. "Never! Do you hear me?!", I scream. Then... My hand flies up to shield my face, protecting it from the blinding glare. It is the glare of the late afternoon sun sneaking through my window, spilling into my waking eyes. I sit up in bed with a start finding you leaning over me. Your tousled hair slips down to lay against your forehead as you cock your head to listen to me say, "Oh baby, I had the most horrible dream! I dreamt that you had hurt and betrayed me and in doing so had lost you to me forever." "Oh darling" you say, "It was just a dream. nothing but a dream." You begin to shower me with kisses. The kind of consoling kisses that are meant to reassure. "Darling" you say, "You lie here for a bit. Just relax and ease your mind. I will call you when dinner is ready. Oh, before I go, please accept the gift that I have left for you on the night stand. Open it at your leisure." I glance over at the gift and smile. As you leave the room, I lay back on my pillow and close my eyes for a moment. Suddenly I hear a loud ping from the direction of the kitchen. Startled, I call out, "Baby, what was that?" "I just dropped a knife Darling. Nothing to worry over", you say. I lay back once again, memories of the dream washing over me. I begin to rub my arms, trying to warm the chill in my bones. Then I sit up and retrieve the gift from the night stand. I trace the curves of the gift within, then delicately tear off the pretty paper. I sigh as I uncover a beautiful antique music box. I slowly open the lid and for a few moments I listen to its age-warped melody. Expressions of shock and fear alternately play upon my face. I sit up in bed with a start and throw the music box across the room. The haunting sounds of Love Story still echoing about the room... 020411 ... shadesofgrey i cant see my future. i feel like because i cant picture myself getting old and having a life after about 6 years from now that im going to die. i know it sounds kinda silly but its true. i feel that im not going to be around much longer. some people hear that and think, "what, is she going to kill herself or something?" but im not. i just have a crazy hunch. thats all. is that so unbelieveable anyways? 020718 ... phil frantic 020719 ... Ant - The future is now. There is what was, and what will be, but all that matters is NOW! 021114 ... yeah And back again it came, unto me, like, like, sweat off my back, like, like, jack, gots to pack my sack, thats what little boys are made of. Into the fire of redemption, my silence holds no curios for others to contemplate. Car, car, car, are you a crow, or a har de har har. I flipped and came back again to this place that some call now, some call the past, and I call the future that never was inside a matrix that never is. Portents are the milestones for all of us, leavening, the rising of a vision that all have seen on the same day at the same hour, in the same time frame. So here you are, and here they are, and without so whatever it should be your left unconcious to this. To all of this shit. Wake, awaken, open up those metaphorical eyes and windows and' let the visions and fresh air in dudette. 030131 ... Sam Vaknin Many futurologists - professional (Toffler) and less so (Naisbitt) - tried their hand at predicting the future. They proved quite successful at predicting major trends but not as lucky in delineating their details. This is because, inevitably, every futurologist has to resort to crude tools such as extrapolation. The modern day versions of biblical prophets are much better informed - and this, precisely, seems to be the problem. The cluttered information obstructs the outlines of the philosophically and conceptually most important elements. The futurologist has to divine which - of a host - of changes which occur in his times and place ushers in a new era. Since the speed at which human societies change has radically accelerated - the futurologist's work has become more compounded and less certain. It is better to stick to truisms, however banal. True and tried is the key to successful (and, therefore, useful) predictions. What can we rely upon which is immutable and invariant, not dependent on cultural context, technological level, or geopolitical developments? Human nature, naturally. The introduction of human nature into the equation which should yield the prediction may further complicate it. Human nature