and you will be loved
Close your eyes and we can float away,
All alone through this crowded place.
sunsets and boulevards.
Thursday, February 5, 2009 | 7:19 PM | 0 comments
"Maybe, if we stop dreaming this dream, we could finally wake up to a reality.
But do we really ever wake to a reality?
Who's to say that we don't just continue dreaming, but a different dream?
Maybe we're the butterflies dreaming of being human.
Or maybe we're just poor humans who are always grasping for something better.
Or maybe, just maybe, we're neither,
and we're the flowers that the butterfly alights on,
to inhale their sweet honey nectar.
Maybe we're not ordinary stagehands,
but individual actors in individual screenplays,
wanting to portray God's love to the world.
Maybe we're Shakespeare's vision of each individual actors on the world's stage.
For me, there's no maybe.
I believe we are here to portray our themes.
Whether we do a good job of it is up to us.
It's all in our hands.
So.
Are you the protagonist, or the antagonist?
Or are you just going to be one of those subordinate characters lingering in the background?"

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