GREAT IDEAS DON'T CHANGE THE WORLD...THEY RESTORE IT As we cross the millennial bridge from the Piscean to the Aquarian Age, we seek a vision worthy of the moment, but all we find is the landscape of digital and virtual reality. Cloning and robots are not the stuff our sweet dreams are made of, and faster, smarter, cheaper is not a vision. With nothing transcendent to leaven the mix, we shuffle over the bridge not to the lift of a driving dream, but because we're afraid of being left behind. The future's been a bad PR job ever since the heady days of the Enlightenment, when Science seemed to offer the possibility of a better future, but while we can split the atom and land on the Moon with pinpoint accuracy, we also have a score of Apocalyptic scenarios hanging over our heads like swords of Damocles. What happened to that New Age dream of a green future that once was calling to us...that once seemed to be dawning so bright? Only that spirit of a brave new world with all living in harmony with nature and neighbor . . . remains, hanging in the air like the memory of an old love. Is this the recurring theme of all human generations, dreams dashed on the shores of harsh reality...that too dark Saturnian sentence of toil and drudge all our days till our end? The dream is the seed of a better world that ever awakens our imagination and quickens our pulse, because we all know somehow in the quiet of our being, that not only is it possible . . . it's our true home and destiny. In truth it is the ONLY possible future, as all others are just repetitions of the past.