I do not know what the future will bring, but it cannot be as beautiful or as satisfying as the past.
The future is imaginary and all its promises and fears imagined. We can rest in this moment.
We must put away our tears, take off our mourning...and face the future.
Maybe history is dead, and if it is, it quite likely means that the future is dead, because they are two sides of the same coin. We might be coming into a new era of nowness, which maybe is a very good thing.