The pursuit of what is yet to be conceived:
To conjure up what has been stored up
For centuries--
The very vaults of the human experience.

To talk about:
The worst and best part of man's complexity
Our darkest secrets, our brightest moments
What we've felt
Or refused to have felt.

We travel in time:
Back to vivid memories that still haunt us,
And onto more promising territories
As we push forward in these uncertain waters.

Words:
The very footprints of our existence
Those we put out in open spaces
And those echoed in deafening silence
Our small contribution to the world
When we depart
For home.