There, stranger. You gave me hope. That little light of almost satisfaction that grants me my dignity. It is during the fall of man made things that causes the man of things to fall that perhaps the only thing to feed on is encouragement. It is now that there are opened doors to let in the flood of dreams. The future to be modified. The past to be unclenched from. The present to be redeemed. But redemption works only with the swallowing of that huge pill called pride. And I'm working on it, while still allowing my dreams to brew.