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
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.
