I’m pondering its meaning, not its reference. We, as a group of unique individuals under a unique banner that we made for our time and our love. We, yes, we – even as we are separated by dull lights glazed on our eyes – are connected by a burning passion, a fire, grasping for what is real. Engulfed in the smoke of “reality,” wading through to grasp the worth. The value. The you. The her. The him. The we. “Might be” may be the “only”.
Advent
Beginning. When one identifies a specific point in time – committing an action upon deliberation. Deliberation, then, being the key substance of this particular type of action. A substance much unlike the myriad that comprise much of humanity’s automation. This beginning, a beginning, inherent of purpose, direction, weight. These we all share in common. On our own pace. With hope, an advent.
