We are the culmination of dreams;
of burning stakes,
written by quivering hands
in molten candlelight.
We are the diction
with which they wrote;
the secrets they hid and died for,
their fallen hope.
We are every voice that ever shouted,
all the fire that they spoke.
We are their cry to the far future,
their hearts embodied,
their visions defined.
We are the message that they carried,
and the dreams they left behind.
Everything that society is today was planted by the mind of a philosopher, dreamer, or inventor -- but all of them writers.
This is all that we are.
Think about it.