We seem to be latched to the condition that someday someone will yell out the EUREKA we have all been waiting for, the answer to all our ills. Unfortunately we seem to be oblivious to the fact that the heroes we idolize would be nothing but idealistic blabbers without the ocean of people flowing relentlessly behind them.
Only the march of two thousand feet can quake the earth
Let’s thump, let’s roar, let’s beat our chests
It takes every ant to make up a colony
It takes every muscle fiber to make it through the journey
We are every brain cell in the mind of Archimedes sparking at the end of the tunnels of revelation, each hand shifting the walls of reality.