| Where does it come from? This quest? This need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. |
| Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. |
| But that's not human nature, not the human heart. That is not why we are here. |
| Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope. |
| Never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way. |
| Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand. Touch our hearts. And share the pain of trying. |
| We dream of hope. We dream of change. Of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens. The dream becomes real. |
| And the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself. Like the glowing light of a new dawn. |
| So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic. And the mundane. |
| The simple human need to find a kindred. To connect. And to know in our hearts... |
| that we are not alone. |
