If we look hard enough, we can find the lowest common denominator among us, and we can beat down the peaks and fill in the valleys and take comfort in the sameness among us.
And one spark of beauty, one ray of true art, can multiply, like the loaves and the fishes, to feed the millions. And when we shake the dirt of this ball of mud from our feet, no one will be left behind. We’ll all travel faster than the speed of light, because that is our destiny and destiny cannot be denied.
But there will be no room for difference on the flight, it will be crowded. We must all turn and breath in synch. That’s okay, though. As long as we’re all together. All the same, each holding our one spark of beauty, the last ray of true art.
