This world of ours with all the paths one could follow - how to choose a way to arrive at tomorrow?
There is no spoon and there are no gods; delusions are simply there to comfort us at night, for how could we handle the thought that there is neither truth nor absolute reference? Perspectives are all that exist for us, and by staring into the abyss, we are forced to choose the reality we create in order to survive.
The direction I follow is that of technology and self-augmenting intelligence. We humans are a transient pattern either to be scooped up by the gods we create, or beaten to dust by the hatred we disseminate. As clothing becomes outdated with the flow of fashion, so too do our traditions, values, cultures and beliefs. Our shared delusions, my friends, hold us in solidarity as well as in antagonism.
Not many realize it, but this century is going to stretch all of what it means to be human in a more radical way than most would consider comfortable to ponder.