A question. A collection of hopes and fears. A fundamental not knowing. To be human is to both look into the future and to have no idea what it will bring.
Un-American, perhaps. In the land where we are asked to project where we want to be in five years and then chart a course to arrive there. In a culture where we are urged to plan for a retirement we have no idea will ever be ours. Trustingly. We announce the birth of babies long before they’re actually born.