You’ll be pulled in the wake of the truth future brings, where the ghost of reality waits in the wings.

Can you hear us, stranger? Can you hear us, friend? The thoughts at your temples, the love in your heart, the will to remember, the capacity to overcome, the things you will make, the paths you will take, your life from outside of yourself?

If there is one thing left after we’re gone,  one small thing that matters, even an echo in a canyon,  even a faint scent on a breeze, then we haven’t lived in vain,  have we?

Nothing goes and nothing comes of nothing there is essence in the word of truth we are small and meek into the vastness of the worlds beyond the sights of youth.