Sep 2016
Let me tell you the story of a dreamer:
She was a girl, young at first. She believed in her kind. It seemed obvious to her
that ALL THEY HAD WAS EACH OTHER.
Then she heard the stories. What seemed so clear to her was not to others.
People were cruel. She grew up.
But she still believed. More than that, she learned how to teach, to show others what she knew.
Funny thing is, this story can be told in virtual reality now. Or maybe it's real reality. The line's been sort of blurred.
The point is, you're a character now. You're a part of this epic journey. More than a part, you decide the ending. You can listen or you can push back, but just remember, YOU ARE ALL WE HAVE.
**I have been to the underside, the blank end of the page where the story becomes a number, the spot from which we can only watch progress and chaos race to infinity. It is here we choose a side, whether we live or whether we die.
She was a girl, young at first. She believed in her kind. It seemed obvious to her
that ALL THEY HAD WAS EACH OTHER.
Then she heard the stories. What seemed so clear to her was not to others.
People were cruel. She grew up.
But she still believed. More than that, she learned how to teach, to show others what she knew.
Funny thing is, this story can be told in virtual reality now. Or maybe it's real reality. The line's been sort of blurred.
The point is, you're a character now. You're a part of this epic journey. More than a part, you decide the ending. You can listen or you can push back, but just remember, YOU ARE ALL WE HAVE.
**I have been to the underside, the blank end of the page where the story becomes a number, the spot from which we can only watch progress and chaos race to infinity. It is here we choose a side, whether we live or whether we die.
