A vision of my future self I received when I was 12 or 13.
Me, bloodied, wearing something like a Roman soldiers outfit. A black square appeared – could be darkness (black squares are never a good thing) – but it could be possibility.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” ~ Hunter S Thompson