The future keeps unfolding, and what was future becomes the past that launches you into new possibilities. This dynamic of thrown possibility keeps unfolding across a lifetime. Formation never stops. My horizons are not petrified at twenty or even fifty. What I can’t possibly know are the environmental conditions that are going to be thrown my way in the future and how those will reconfigure my horizons. There are still new habits in my future that I can’t yet anticipate.
