The bigger your vision, the wider your head opens until the atoms of your being unite with all who share your smiling dream.
The stars all tell tales of the adventures of their own revolving children.
Our universe is only one story of many and within each one an infinity of stories which find common ground when illuminated by a redemptive light.
Our life is meaningless yet meanings hinge on each particularity personal to us, so our eyes which track the pathways (in front and behind) see and interpret uniquely. This is freedom, to be reclaim our sovereignty from the hands of oppressors - a candle unto ourselves and holding our own light up to the sun, along with all the other bearers of hope, of beauty, of glory, of thrill.
We are the ones that kept going, the ones that kept chinks open in our minds, the ones that looked beyond surface appearance, the ones who searched, the ones who found enough, sometimes just scraps, sometimes an abundance to keep the journey in motion.
We are the fruits of our labour, the children of our savouring of life's sweet nectar, extracted from the terrors of a world that can be bitter and together we write the pages of the fulfillment of our dreams.