RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:Today Such arrogance to believe one has such predictive powers. Live long enough and you'll learn you can be wrong too. You can express your educated guess but don't be too certain, ever.
"She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing." — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17–28)