Is the past worth anything? Is there value in tracing its DNA in what we see today, or is it better to push on at the vanguard, look for the future in what exists today?
Whichever way you view this question, it is apparent that it’s the lessons of the past, learned or not, that are bred in the bones of the present; that whether you look back to a golden age, or forward to a bright future, you are inherently sunk in the breeding of tomorrow’s bones. It’s inescapable.
There’s an undercurrent of humour in this book that I didn’t notice until I discovered I was actually reading the words with my tongue nestled against my cheek.