December 1, 2018Missive

Not to worry.

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Not to worry.

Open the door

Find a window

In the sky

Look beyond the horizon

It is a limitation

To be constrained

By what you know

It is barely a beginning

To behold the future

As dependent on the past

The present, less than a moment

To believe in

Blink and it is gone

Step outside

Be more than transient

Stand apart

Recreate the familiar

Into something

Better

There is safety in numbers

Without them

Every option taken

Will be reduced

To the certainty

Of zero

Chance is what you make it

In all probability

The sum of all you are

Will balance

Out the risk

Of what you might become