I Wonder If This Is How People

He Who Leaps For The Sky May Fall, It's True. But He May Also Fly.

Even The Greatest Movements On Earth, Have Their Beginnings With Something Small.

The Wilds Aren't Safe Anymore.

It's Going To Be Okay. Words That Mean Nothing. Really, Just Sounds Intoned Into Vastness And Darkness, Little Scrabbling Attempts To Latch On To Something When We're Falling.

Who Knows? Maybe They’re Right. Maybe We Are Driven Crazy By Our Feelings. Maybe Love Is A Disease, And We Would Be Better Off Without It. But We Have Chosen A Different Road. And In The End That Is The Point Of Escaping The Cure: We Are Free To Choose. We Are Even Free To Choose The Wrong Thing.