Where we came from, roots.  Where we are going.  September 11.  Just a date .  Just an arbitrary name for a flash in cosmic time.

There’s light in among behind those roots.  Follow the light.  Honor the light within, the light of the one facing you, the light not yet seen, the light behind you, under you, piercing you, bathing you.  The light that may be dimming, the light yet to be found.