 | Concepts | Recipe: Bright Future |
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| Story | “One day, we will have a real house.” With a cup of coffee in her hand, your wife says. “It will have a yard where we can grow flowers, a hall where we can dance, a transparent attic where we can gaze at the stars — and ideally, a small dog to cuddle and fall asleep with. That would truly be the truly blissful life.” You smile in silence and propose a toast. The warm vapor swirls and ascends, gently caressing the ceiling before dissipating. “A bright future exists only in dreams.” |
The scholar questions prophecy and blasphemes God. Farewell, Anaxagoras, I will not forget you.