(There were supposed to be people in this story – a fortune teller, a scared young girl – but somewhere along the way they got lost, and left their cards.)
We have a secret.
We actually don’t tell the future.
We hear you laughing right now, and we hear you thinking of course not, no one can tell the future, etcetera. Hold those thoughts for a moment. Let us finish.
Where were we? Oh, yes.
We don’t tell the future. We make the future.
We are sure you disagree – it is you who makes your choices, it is you who owns your life. All that is true, but you are arguing a different point. We make the future – you lead yourself to the future we make.
Does that make sense?