I am so tired of vision-speak.
Anymore, you’re not worth your sight in business, culture, politics or the breakfast table unless you talk up the vision thing.
Act like you know where the boot hill we’re going; pretend you’re sure where we should be; concoct some bullseye story to explain how we get there then - bam - you too are a certified visionary.
Command of vision-speak, (plus boatloads of money for amplification), can get you elected governor, president, heck, even mayor with little or no experience because, after all, experience is just another word for hindsight and who needs hindsight when you’ve got crystal balls?.
Whether there are any worthwhile futurescapes in your dome - or their chances of actually seeing daylight - is irrelevant.
Because it ain’t how you see it anyway, it’s how you say it.
Spout righteously, and the wish-list of everything you and your cronies ever want out of life becomes a blueprint for the good of man.
To politicians and other unholy sees, vision-speak serves vital purposes.