We create our own inertia, movement, chaos.
We align ourselves with the tumbleweeds of our thoughts, the shooting stars of our imaginations, the rainbows of our fantasies.
We build bridges into other kingdoms while taking our rightful place on the thrones of our creations.
Our minds are the fertile grounds of our future. Our thoughts are the building blocks of our own predestined worlds. We write the stories of our lives with the ink of our blood, the parchment of our skin, and the mechanisms of our sweat and tears.
Our fantasies flow into the streets of our reality; creating new alleys and crossroads, constructing new dimensions and dwelling places – leading us to richer, more complex surroundings in order to fulfill our purpose, complete our deeds, and finish the assignment that we were sent here to do when we first made up our minds and agreed to return to this physical, natural Earth that we come to rely on as our home.