Don't get me wrong, your poem was lovely Bo. There are days however, when I do wish my bowels would take flight. Nothing puts off the future more than a hard mean turd stuck in your lower intestine.
Okay, I promise, no more toilet humour in this thread from me.
Bo, I do actually have a serious question. While your vision of futurism is indeed optimistic and inspiring, you do have to admit that it is only what one does in the present that shapes the future, yes? So, in a sense, one still by necessity must exist in the present to alter the future. I don't see how one can logically live in the future.