Use your own intuition. You are tomorrow.
Promising is the eve of giving.
For the future. For the unborn.
Instead of just looking back, whiplash-style, I can assume there's something else coming. Time just folds over itself, like origami.
Reappraise the past, re-evaluate where we've been, clarify where we are, and predict or anticipate where we are headed. . . .
Everything is prospective, and man is to live hereafter. That the world is for his education is the only sane solution of the enigma.
I didn't dare think of the future; the past was still happening.
