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”.