The future is religion and commerce, aphrodisiac and Benzedrine, a mother of mysterious comfort and a mistress of familiar ravishments ever on the verge of embracing or destroying us.

We not only romanticize the future; we have also made it into a growth industry, a parlor game and a disaster movie all at the same time.

Was making the unbearable bearable for us.

The world of hierarchy has come to an end. Don't fight with it. Let it disintegrate.