Twenty-five years ago I spent four months in London. While there, I picked up G.K. Chesterton’s Stories, Essays, and Poems. In it I found one of the most important passages I’ve ever read. It’s from his essay, A Defense of Nonsense.  Without further preface, here it is:

There are two equal and eternal ways of looking at this twilight world of ours:  we may see it as the twilight of evening or the twilight of morning; we may think of anything, down to a fallen acorn, as a descendant or as an ancestor. There are times when we are almost crushed, not so much with the load of evil as with the load of goodness of humanity, when we feel that we are nothing but the inheritors of a humiliating splendour.  But there are other times when everything seems primitive, when the ancient stars are only sparks blown from a boy’s bonfire . . . . That it is good for a man to realize that he is ‘the heir of all the ages’ is pretty commonly admitted; it is a less popular but equally important point that it is good for him sometimes to realize that he is not only an ancestor, but an ancestor of primal antiquity; it is good for him to wonder whether he is not a hero, and to experience ennobling doubts as to whether he is not a solar myth.

In short, we don’t know what the future holds — or what we hold for the future.