We Are Like Butterflies Who Flutter For

We Began As Wanderers, And We Are Wanderers Still.

We Are The Universe Experiencing Itself.

Every Cell Is A Triumph Of Natural Selection, And We’re Made Of Trillions Of Cells. Within Us, Is A Little Universe.

Observation: I Can't See A Thing. Conclusion: Dinosaurs.

The Visions We Offer Our Children Shape The Future. It _matters_ What Those Visions Are. Often They Become Self-fulfilling Prophecies. Dreams Are Maps.