To Ignite The Sun

(  Vox Æterna  )

hidden deep within The Fabric of Humanity,  lies The Thread of Our individual and collective Purpose,  which,  having been meticulously sown by The Hand of The Almighty,  has resonated unerringly across The Ages within the welcoming yet infinite Realm,  of Wonder . . . for each and every Aspect of Understanding,  once gathered and held secure by The Alliance of Faith and Courage,  transforms all Inquiry and Analysis into a definitive and glorious Tapestry of Knowledge,  through which,  and ever annealed in The Crucible of Wisdom,  shall emerge the exquisite Clarity,  of One Voice,  and ultimately,  One Truth . . .

A StoryTeller’s Dream

 (  come,  True  )

a Legend,  lives On,  in The Hearts and Minds of Those who ever wish to preserve All that They hold Dear . . . in Their Memories,  Their Lore,  Their Symphony of Moments,  captured in The Essences,  that become The Stories,  of Our Lives . . .  for what Was,  speaks of Now,  which Ever tells,  of The Days to Come . . .

 for Millennia,  Our Planet’s Inhabitants,  regardless of Culture,  or Creed,  or Character,  have gathered Always around Campfires,  Lanterns,  Torches,  and Candles for Warmth,  for Sustenance,  for Protection,  for Shelter,  from Darkness,  or Despair . . . to revisit,  to remember,  to regale,  to relive The Legends . . . from Medicine Man to Minstrel,  from Balladeer to Bard,  from Poet to Prophet,  from The Hearth,  to The Heart,  these Legends,  lived On . . .

at Present,  Our Technologies have begun to rip the very Fabric of Our communal Spirit,  separating Us from OurSelves,  from the very fundamental Nature of The Phrase ~Human,  Being~ . . . and while We continue to search for The Meanings of Life,  the Multitude of Our Endeavors seem only to isolate,  alienate,  or divide Us from The Things that matter most . . . who We are,  as HumanKind . . .

and from The Mists,  and The Myths of Our collective FolkLore,  for We are All born under The Same Sun,  comes a Whisper,  of a Way,  in which this Spirit might rise Again,  through Our Thoughts,  Our Voices,  Our Portrayals of Our Yesterdays . . . Our Dreams,  Our Desires,  Our Hopes,  and Our Prayers can be brought Forth,  where EveryThing is illuminated,  around and through a simple,  yet timeless Element . . . a Spark,  a Flame,  a Ball,  of Light . . .

and Here,  in a Place called ~I Believe~,  this Spirit has manifested Itself once more,  whether borne from the Native Americans who graced this Land many Moons Ago,  or from the seafaring Travelers that arrived from Distant Shores seeking a new Life of Freedom and Abundance,  or from Those whose Destiny was fraught with Hardship,  but whose Hands and Hearts had helped to build a Nation that rose Above and Beyond All that came before It . . . and Each and Every One,  brought with Them a Legacy,  a  Heritage,  a Tapestry,  crafted in The Hope of a brighter Tomorrow,   and Ever woven into The Stories of Their Days,  Gone,  By . . .