Letters to the Future
This is a message in a bottle, cast into the digital sea, in the hope that some descendant, born or not yet born, will find it. My intention is to leave those who come after me a record of things I wish I knew about my ancestors.
Who am I? What did I care about? Where did I go, and what did I see? What was happening in my world? What scared me? What made me feel alive? What advice do I offer?
Time will reveal how much of what I said here was valid, or not. Either way, my voice will not have vanished without a trace.
It will still be here, waiting to be found.
Dear Beloved Descendant:
I had a moment of doubt on February 28, 2026, when the mighty U.S. military, at the direction of U.S. President and Commander-in-Chief Donald Trump, started a war with Iran. One of the reasons the President gave for the war was to deny Iran a nuclear weapon, which he believed they would use against Israel and others: a terrifying possibility.
I have long opposed war with Iran, as I oppose most wars, but the prospect of a nuclear Iran was frightening, so I earnestly considered Trump’s rationale, which reveals how I feel about him.
I don’t love President Trump, but I don’t hate him either. I weigh his decisions one at a time, just like I would with any president. Some of Trump’s decisions I like. Some I don’t.
His decision to go to war with Iran deserved thoughtful consideration, not just by me, but by the whole world.
By the time I climbed to the top of Hamburg, Germany’s St. Nikolia Church in the summer of 2026, my doubt had cleared. I made up my mind in that church about the war: a conclusion I’ll reveal in this letter, and hinted at in this this video:
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