Running down the same well-worn path bracketed by fear and desire, caged inventions of the thinking mind lock us tight in a jail of reality’s convention. Self-imposed bars of collective arrogance buttress the cell, even as doubt’s sustenance of rigid cynicism masks the open door with illusory opacity. This is our chosen home, a story-book hell of pseudo existence.
Soar with courageous wonder, powered by an open heart of belief. Vanish shackles of rotten logic with a brave new tale carved by the rushing wind of possibility, smashing despondency to withering dust. Boldly Be.