REINVENTION

Let us make the case for reinvention. Let us put into our eyes the swollen fury that will burn through any and all passing obstructions. Let us not pause and simply do what has been done before with great enthusiasm. But rather let fly the ideas that come. Let them pave the way, not some guided concept. And if we sink for a spell down the slope of ambiguity, let it be known that this is no sore spot. A bit of muddling must take place before the new direction takes root. Cycles and cycles we ride upon. We pass here and there to different lands, and always we must seek that shovel which opens new ground, which brings new circumstances, new adaptations. 

The difference, my dear friends, is in the poop. 

A wide bit of sky opens above my head, which has nothing to do with me. So vast and deep are its depths, that the fact that it is impossibly high never enters my mind. It is just deep. So build the stairway and seek it out. Are not the woods still burning?