That which we call a man's future does not lie outside of him, but in himself.

I would have you observe that events rarely or never happen as we expect, and that the plans which we have worked out most zealously are scarcely ever carried out.
And yet we firmly believe, all the time, that we have a future.

Nature permits us no outlook into Time.

A wall rises before our eyes to hide what is coming.

But the cheerless nakedness of that wall being unbearable to us, we paint it over with landscapes of our own devising.
And that is what the unthinking mind calls the future.