Three Hundred Years

If I proceed at my present pace
In a hundred years I will be able to compose a song as complex, world weary and poetic as Tangled Up In Blue.
If human beings are still able to read in two hundred years I will write a novel that will not be embarrassed by The Sun Also Rises
And in three hundred years Shakespeare better keep the eyes in the back of his head wide open.
It's a good thing I have taken excellent care of myself.