Clouds of Mystery Surround the Golden Chalice

  Somewhere in the deep dark mysteries of the universe, lies the one true and only truth that surrounds all of us and makes us aware of our being. Perhaps this truth was already uncovered with my discovery, or perhaps this discovery leads us to worlds beyond the capacity of the imagination. It is the job of the entertainment industry, movies, television, and music to reach beyond the totality of what seems like existence, and bring ourselves to the foothold of the well beyond. Maybe it is a type of insanity that brings us closer to the edge of knowable existence. Or maybe it is sanity, plain and utter sanity to maintain our existence as a species.

  From what I know of politics, ideas such as these suffer the grounding of realism and thought provoking negligence. By negligence I mean negating what could be for what is actual reality. Yet there are some politicians out there who still maintain the outlook of the youthful and exuberant  They seem with cheery smiles and approach the future and the present with childish good humor, all the while recognizing that the giant machinery of the government holds partial weight of the entire world on it's shoulders. These are the politicians who's eyes are focused on what we are teaching the next generation of explorers, scientist, theorists  and teachers of tomorrow. For them I would wish to impart a lesson and a legacy of an uplifted spirit.

  When the tasks and turmoils of the day seem repetitive and obscure. When the harbingers of a new day bring calamity and destruction, or at least the presence of destruction. Do not forget that for the first time a young child is smelling a flower for the first time, or reaching into a body of water. Do not forget that for the first time a young girl is learning how to dance with her mother. Do not forget that the children of today, and the teachers of tomorrow still have dreams and passion inside that if not cared for correctly, can go astray to the lands of lasciviousness and apathy. It is these dreams of the children, and their inspiration, along with singing on the sidewalk, can boost your sails and unburden you from the weight of seemingly impossible trudgery. It is the dreams of the children and their children's dreams that keep this world spinning at a pace that science and humanity have not conquered as of yet. But there is still time.