This dance your own, combined steps and the rhythm in your head producing a set of footprints in the sand to remember.  Can they know your dreams without you demonstrating their creation?  Captured and controlled by your own aspirations of fear, doubt and courage.  Will you let the world see the inside of your philosophy, so modern, precise, egalitarian and economic or reason with yourself the causes meant for darkness?  The exacting question one of light or dark, which only each man may answer.

Lead on into the nightmare, fantasy or daydream of romance, money, power, heroism and glory.  These are the inner workings of your creation, to find that personal answer to question only you have been given.  Plod on diverting your attention with the things of other people’s pleasure, searching, seeking, counting, treasuring or measuring the content of wisdom, power and purposelessness.  Whilst internally the machinery groans, the components agonized, twisted, made for other work mis-employed for dally’s justice.  Arguing with conscience the only battle that may never be won by two, for it is singular this quandary.  What will the reckoning be in this diminished ambition?  What if you should be king, will that be easily weighed, balanced and forgotten?

There is no time limit but life, no practice field but the same, where achievement is what it becomes.  Why is life only left to the living?  Are those the rules or may a man imagine his afterlife effective course for correcting the errs and mis-steers of manhood? What you say it must be played, paid or constructed here, to stay here, recorded here for only those left behind to hear in it’s retelling?  What if I imagine a new world, where my own reason, my own imagination controls sound, ground and air?  Shall I dare become that kind of empire to my own existence, wishing the world into something more or less than it is, into what I believe it should become?  The machine is the machine and shant be manipulated by man only escorted, expected, massaged and twirled to the tune of your own volition, for it is the dance that makes a man.  The dance in which each of us wins at being well, you.

In Jesus’ Name.