A Letter to My Sons

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I would like to promise my sons that they will grow up with a sense of their future and of flying cars and of Logan’s Run, would like to promise them Dr. Zaius won’t destroy the truth with dynamite and guns, would like to give them hope for technology, but this is 2010 and our world is still the same.

When I was young, I knew someday we would have robots and flying cars and great domed cities throughout the solar system. I knew that we’d inherit the stars and our destiny. I knew that technology would save us, that those few who were driven to create, the scientists, the artists, the poets, the philosophers, would give us the world the dreamers had promised.

When I was a teenager I knew my childhood beliefs were wrong. Our hope couldn’t lie in the hands of the few: the scientists, the artists, the poets, the philosophers, they couldn’t give us what the dreamers had promised. Our hope and our truth and our future had to be controlled by the ones who didn’t think they had any control.

When I was in my twenties; having gotten to know the masses, having lived with them, and worked with them, and made love with them and cried with them, I knew that they couldn’t be our hope and our truth and our future, there was room for the dreamers and the robots and the flying cars and the domed cities, there had to be more than paying bills and getting high and running through the maze of the race simply to get by.

Now I’m in my thirties I don’t know what I know anymore. I don’t know if there is hope for humanity, but I’m not certain there isn’t. There are no robots and no flying cars and no domed cities throughout the solar system, and I’m not sure there should be. I’m not sure we shouldn’t simply stay home and tend our gardens and leave everyone else alone.

I would like to promise my sons that they will grow up with a sense of their future and of flying cars and of Logan’s Run, would like to promise them Dr. Zaius won’t destroy the truth with dynamite and guns, would like to give them hope for technology, but these are not mine to give. They, like me, will have to find their own paths: their own way. All I can give them is the time.

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