The future is cars (flying) and waters (rising).
The future is revolution and evolution and war and peace and innovation and repetition.
The future is steps forward.
The future is a stranger.
I've reached the future many times before. The vision opens up beyond limitation.
The vision is sight. The sight is the future. The future of vision.
The future is now, sometimes, and in the past, occasionally, and to come, let's hope, in abundance.
The future is changing and what we call the future evolves.
The future is a game of the imagination.
Name your future. How much are you willing to bet on it?
The future belongs to no man.
The future is ascension. And connection.
The future is a moving target. To chase.
The future is destiny (to be pursued like it's playing hard to get).
The future is ours and no-one knows what will happen.....precisely.
The future is only possibilities.
There are many futures.
A good prophet does not come to see his warnings come true.
A good prophet is laughed at and people eventually make her visions their own, giving them their distinct flavour.
The future comes in many flavours.
The future is upheaval.
The future is an answer which will breed new questions.
The future is at the other end of the line. Don't hang up.
The future is tomorrow and then the next tomorrow and the next.
The future is never here.
The future is ahead.
The future is unfolding.
The future is a bowling ball being thrown into empty space, an arrow flying through the air.
The future is an abstraction - there is only movement and only here & now.
The future is a partial recasting of the past.
The future is flexible.
The future is forth.
The future is a film, flickering between images of heaven and hell.
The future is a vase of hope dashed on the rocks of reality.
The future never stops.
The future is different.
The future is a disappointment.
The future is unexpected.
The future is together.
The future is more and less.
The future is not obedient.
The future is unknown.
The future is a series of occasions; events tripping over themselves to see what's next.
The future is next.
The future sprouts out in myriad directions.
The future is multiple.
The future is multiplied.
Futures do not always materialise.
Futures imagined are not always realised.
The future always recedes.
The future spins in a figure of eight, laid out horizontally, seductively.
The future is a present, not yet opened.
The future is light unseen.
The future is not fashionable....yet.
The future is in my head.
The future is in books.
The future is a choice.
The future is to come.
The future is built on fear and anticipation, postponement, planning and surprise.
The future is a garden not yet sprouted.
The future depends.
The future is an open page, unwritten and waiting to be etched.
The future is a dance.
The future is calling your name. Again and again.
The future wants you.
The future is created.
The future is revolution and evolution and war and peace and innovation and repetition.
The future is steps forward.
The future is a stranger.
I've reached the future many times before. The vision opens up beyond limitation.
The vision is sight. The sight is the future. The future of vision.
The future is now, sometimes, and in the past, occasionally, and to come, let's hope, in abundance.
The future is changing and what we call the future evolves.
The future is a game of the imagination.
Name your future. How much are you willing to bet on it?
The future belongs to no man.
The future is ascension. And connection.
The future is a moving target. To chase.
The future is destiny (to be pursued like it's playing hard to get).
The future is ours and no-one knows what will happen.....precisely.
The future is only possibilities.
There are many futures.
A good prophet does not come to see his warnings come true.
A good prophet is laughed at and people eventually make her visions their own, giving them their distinct flavour.
The future comes in many flavours.
The future is upheaval.
The future is an answer which will breed new questions.
The future is at the other end of the line. Don't hang up.
The future is tomorrow and then the next tomorrow and the next.
The future is never here.
The future is ahead.
The future is unfolding.
The future is a bowling ball being thrown into empty space, an arrow flying through the air.
The future is an abstraction - there is only movement and only here & now.
The future is a partial recasting of the past.
The future is flexible.
The future is forth.
The future is a film, flickering between images of heaven and hell.
The future is a vase of hope dashed on the rocks of reality.
The future never stops.
The future is different.
The future is a disappointment.
The future is unexpected.
The future is together.
The future is more and less.
The future is not obedient.
The future is unknown.
The future is a series of occasions; events tripping over themselves to see what's next.
The future is next.
The future sprouts out in myriad directions.
The future is multiple.
The future is multiplied.
Futures do not always materialise.
Futures imagined are not always realised.
The future always recedes.
The future spins in a figure of eight, laid out horizontally, seductively.
The future is a present, not yet opened.
The future is light unseen.
The future is not fashionable....yet.
The future is in my head.
The future is in books.
The future is a choice.
The future is to come.
The future is built on fear and anticipation, postponement, planning and surprise.
The future is a garden not yet sprouted.
The future depends.
The future is an open page, unwritten and waiting to be etched.
The future is a dance.
The future is calling your name. Again and again.
The future wants you.
The future is created.
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