In fact, in a technological world denying truth status to whatever refuses classification and categorization, it's as hard to believe in the future as it is to believe in love; but people do anyway, believe in love, if not the future. There it is again, love! they yowl, and go chasing after it. They love to bat and tease either the toy facsimile or the real love love love love love, until they will -- if a critical mass of us don't penetrate the future and expel this projected event before the present gets here -- alas, too bad, finally kill it. They will then bring this little adorable, grey harmless, and now dead mouse, love, to the feet of their master, science, who will wince and blame it on the fact that only scientists as such, rising above their animal emotions in perfect disinterested mindfulness, are fully human. Then they will toss love into the compost heap -- with some relief come to think of it. Science is no Cinderella. That dirty dark spot darting across the impeccably clean laboratory floor threatened to contaminate the data. Science will pet the primitive, emotional people who jumped to the call and chased and played with and accidentally on purpose, to give a gift to its master, science, killed love, and the people will jump on the lap of science and purr contentedly. Unless having arrived here first, we can find a way to expel this presently future event!
According to the ancients, the future is one of the four main causes of the present. Penetrating the inner sanctum of the future with protective intent has an immediate salutary effect on the present. It might be the only way to save love from emotional, animalistic non-scientific humanity killing it to lay at the feet of science. The stakes could not be higher. At the least smug, snide sneer, you will be tossed out on your ear after a public shaming by all the greatest ideas in history in the front lines, with all the lesser, bad, and terrible ideas that helped them see the light backing them up. You, "poor hopeless victim of the cruel indifferent universe" will be grossly shamed by the very mind of humanity, and by love, as a crusher of hope far more cruel and brutal than your "cruel indifferent" universe could ever be, as you will have chosen to do the crushing. The greatest blows your innocent, physical universe could ever impose are but a flea bite compared to what you will deserve. Perhaps you have deconstructed free will, but the punishments for harming creatures apparently more innocent than yourself remain in place in perpetuity, just as if you had free will, just as if everybody knows there's a loophole in there somewhere, that there are more things on heaven and earth than fit our philosophy. Or maybe just because the alternatives -- the future discovered so far as I can see -- don't work. In any case, in the future, as in the present, lacking paws and their type of whiskers, etc., you will not be confused with an apparently relatively innocent kitty cat and will be grouped, for all intents and purposes, in the restored and reformed, least un-viable and least dysfunctional category available when the music stops, and you must grab and sit down immediately on the nearest chair, in this case of an elegant Shaker design, or be out of the game -- dignified, responsible human being, and you will be held accountable for whatever happens to that little grey mousey matter you've been batting around.
spoiler alert: Love conquers all, but it must be a very ferocious and serpent wise variety, a most thorny, resiliently invasive wild rose, clawing its way from the future into over and through the ruins of the present.
