Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead.
Madness string 4312
Yes, of course, the future is unknowable, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't address the issues we do know about first.
The trilling warble of the ice, breaking, moving, scraping against itself. It is the crack and complaint of structure giving way, of bonds twisting and sheering. Solid is an illusion in a universe that drifts and flows.