We are but dormant potential, our candescence awaiting the kindling of thought.
Flesh and bone machines filled with limitless and grandiose possibilities.
Portable souls with an inherent mobility poised ever on the precipice of discovery and wonder.
Structurally perfect and architecturally beautiful bones in motion. This organic framework has the ability to propel itself into unknown avenues with steadfast uncertainty.
Receptors of light through ocular scopes envision not only the world ahead of us, but the beauty projected by that which is not connected to them physically. Light begets light begets beauty.
Temporal flesh connected to eternal existence, that which we call the mind is the engine.
Thoughts set the machinations of life and possibility into motion. The importance of this catalyst is that it has resulted in every achievement ever fathomed.
We control that spark.
Tread carefully wielding the glimmer of thought; the explosion that ignites determines our future. But spark mightily in the direction of tomorrow! Challenge that which resists defeat, and grow.
We are not born to tread silently. The evidence of our existence spans ad infinitum, less we never existed at all. These bones carry the burden of testament toward the future unknowable.
Wield proudly this vessel of life. It is sacred in its potential. We are magic existing as flesh. We are flesh constructing a future.
May our futures be illumination made tangible.
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
This flesh and bone machine is a vessel. Travel well.