The shortest distance between two points is under construction.
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.
Certainly another Brad Sherman might be annoying, but it isn't something society doesn't know how to deal with. But a new level of human being is something else.
We are reinventing the world. We've set the ball spinning with little concern for where and how it's going to stop.
You can never plan the future by the past.
There's nothing efficient about innovation.
It is not the owner of stage-coaches who builds railways.
As soon as you start figuring out what you're going to do, something will interrupt it.
A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.
When I think about the future, I'm not necessarily arguing it's going to be better or worse. I'm just saying it's going to be different.
The future has no shelf life
It's going to take a while for some of these things.
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which.
Invention is a flower, innovation is a weed.
Some things are going to work, some aren't. But there's always something new going on, so it's fun to watch and see what's coming next.
How is it that one day life is orderly and you are content, a little cynical perhaps but on the whole just so, and then without warning you find the solid floor is a trapdoor and you are now in another place whose geography is uncertain and whose customs are strange?
One thing we know for sure is that change is certain, progress is not.
It's the best possible time to be alive, when almost everything you thought you knew is wrong.
The one fact about the future of which we can be certain is that it will be utterly fantastic.
The future and where we're going can be very terrifying, in some ways, but it's also really inspirational.
Clouds out of control decoct anticipation. What use can any of us have for two moons? The miracle of order has run out and I am left in an unmiraculous city where anything may happen.
Securities, certitudes and peace do not lead to discoveries.
I try not to make plans. Because, even the best laid plans etc. etc.
We cannot innovate without opening the door to havoc.
Progress of any kind is always at variance with the old and established ideas and therefore with the codes inspired by them. Every step of progress is a change involving heavy risks.
I am a work in progress Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding Offering me intricate patterns of questions Rhythms that never come clean And strengths that you still haven't seen