That being: we live in the future.
I carry a telephone in my pocket. Last night I used Skype-- a video phone-- to talk with friends in Boston. And today I drove past upwards of 130 windmills on the drive from Van Wert to Fort Wayne. A year ago-- just a few months ago?-- there were zero.
(Don't knock the photo quality... I took this on a cell phone. But can you see all of those windmills? It's like that for several miles.)I wonder if this is how people in Holland felt shortly after the original windmills were invented. Did they look around at their friends and say (in Dutch), "Whoa whoa whoa. Hold it right there, guys-- this is the future. Look at those things-- they use the wind for power! Look at my feet-- I've got wooden shoes! And these awesome flowers-- in a few years, we'll have a speculative bubble that will pave the way for similar real estate and dotcom busts! We are living, brothers."
All right, maybe not those words exactly. But it's kind of strange to think about the future being now... although really, the future has always been "now." Kind of. I mean, "today is yesterday's tomorrow" sort of thing. And whether it's 1406 or 2011, that's pretty awesome.
