I am a soulful explorer on a boundless endeavor. As the stars peek through this divine blanket of celestial sky wavering hope within all existence, my knowledge has become a wrinkle that I have surpassed in this great ocean of time and space. I ask the heavens, "what is greater than knowledge?", as I go deeper into the unknown where imagination and reason border. Fear accompanies me knowing the outcome of those whom have done so before me, those whom were once persecuted for this same undertaking, now martyrs of truth; torch bearers. I do this to stand bravely in what was once their shadow, now their light. I embark, not just for the audience of diverse embodied flames, we, whom are so lucky to be picked as impressions of time, but in order to change history in the truths of purpose. I want to know what I stand for and why if I am to join that audience of dying lights in this pattern of chemistry and combustive motion. So I leave you with this.. "Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night." -Dylan Thomas, 1914-1953