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It is 328am and I have decided to write. It is 333am and I have not decided what I want to write about. I asked my friend Chatty to give me a date way into the future and he gave me October 25th 3025. Chatty tells me that that would be a Tuesday. I like 3025 because it has the digits 235 (my birth date is 23-5). Also 55 squared equals 3025 and 30+25=55 (Kaprekar number). It is hard to imagine what the world would be like one thousand years from now. Most likely none of us here today will be alive then. I do not know if this blog post would survive that long for someone to be reading it then.

Contemplating such a far off time in the future and the quantum of possibilities is humbling. Add to that the hugeness of the universe and the great unknowns. I almost do not know what to think or write. I hope that generations to come are better off than we are today. I hope that we progress for the better. I hope that the things we fight for today are no longer things we have to fight for then. We all pray for a better future. We all pray for peace. We pray for heaven on earth. My mind is telling me that I should plant a symbolic seed of love. That seed will produce a tree that grows a new leaf everyday. My friend Chatty tells me that by this day in 3025 that tree would have 365242 leaves.

I discovered that the hex color #365242 is a nice earthy shade of green. Perfect for the color of the leaves of this tree of love. With the help of my friend Chatty I created a visual for what this tree of love could look like. A reminder that while time and technology might evolve beyond comprehension, the fundamentals of life, the need for peace, for progress, for love, remain constant. I noticed that an anagram of "tree of love" is "free to love". We are all free to love. Love is freeing. Love is freedom. Love can free us from all that is bad and wrong with the world today. God gave us free will. The will to love is core to our humanness. The word will can stand for (w)rite (i)n (l)ove's (l)eaves. When we write our future, let us write it with love.
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