I write for the following generations, not that I was hard working, not that I was strong, but that I had the strength and discipline to be free.
Freedom, unshackled by the mind, as an eagle that flows above skies and unto the sun in ascent. A freedom of the heart, not being enough, but of the spirit and of the body. Freedom to spread one's arms as wings and fly towards the heart of God.
A freedom borne of obedience, a freedom borne of love for possibility, adventure, wonder, power within the holiest law, the law of a Father of freedom, of love, of light.