"I speak of new cities and new people. I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes. I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down, a sun dropped in the west. I tell you there is nothing in the world only an ocean of to-morrows, a sky of to-morrows. I am a brother of the cornhuskers who say at sundown: To-morrow is a day." Carl Sandburg, Prairie (1918)