"Ah, there's the real question, my good friend, and well asked. And how shall I answer you? How can I, or any of us, living in such accord, as we do, with the push and pull of cause and effect, guess rightly what time has in store for the world. Many are they who see only the bleak, only the foul, only the maladies of the world. I am not, I am glad to say, one of these. Many things, my friend, are better now than once they were, and this improvement has not slowed. Truth be told, I feel in my heart a joy, nay, an excitement of anticipation, from a suspicion that we are, even now, on the brink of an epiphany of human evolution the likes of which..."
"Look, I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm in a hurry," she said, fidgeting with her checkbook and pen. "I just wondered if you knew the date."
"Oh," I responded, my cheeks beginning to flush. "I'm sorry. I thought you said 'fate.'"
Hello, friends. Do you know the fate?