Nowadays, Friends, there seems to be a switcheroo in progress: Invention is the mother of Necessity. Invent a way to make lots of cars for cheap and a mere hundred years later the population explodes sevenfold, there are conflicts on a global scale, and some guy eats a bat and lays millions of people low. (That last is perhaps merely a rumor, but the disease is real.)

People in the arts MUST make things up as they go along, to slake the thirst for Newness. So here we are. Where are we going? We chase Tomorrow to find out.