Some sadness at the loss of future history...

It makes me sad sometimes to know that I will never see what we are to become, should we survive a thousand years - a hundred thousand years - a million.

Will we persevere? Will we thrive? Will we ever throw off the shackles of physics that hold us to our spherical space ship, orbiting our sun?

What will we look like? What will we achieve?

At least we have imaginations to provide us with so many possibilities, even if those possibilities should pale against the reality of our future history. We can look anywhere and everywhere we please, limited only by the vast and remarkable vistas our neurons can produce.