It often comes quietly if with any outward notice at all: a peek around the corner, a curiosity expressed by opening an unfamiliar door in the corridors of life. And most often, its siren call is heard only in the slightest twinge in the heart, the faintest change in the pulse. It is the dream you cherish and nurture dearly like a sleeping newborn blanketed in softness and innocence. Calling you from the future. Your future. Possibly.

Step out into the blackness of uncertainty where your greatest fears reside, ready to pop up and scare you like a jack-in-the-box. Why do you insist on cranking the little metal arm and anxiously await the toy's surprise? Is it the adrenaline rush of defeating death not by shining a light on it but by hiding in a disgusting, drippy, dark alley and shooting it into your veins like some china white junkie getting his quick fix, the fear of squeezing your arteries almost, almost to the point of no return, only to relax your hold onto security and know that you made it through. One more time. Is there any other way?

Step out into the darkness. Bring your lantern of Self to light your way, for the light compromises for no thing. 

Go. Go. Go. Out. Out. Out. Visit the future. Bring it to you and wrap your arms around it and hug it how the bear of a man you call your uncle greeted you when you were five. He knew the secret. He hugged the future.

You will expand like a universe within this one, widening, enveloping and becoming and being everything everywhere you go, a whale effortlessly devouring the sea as it swims. Everywhere, you are.

You who return will not be that voyager who set forth in the Ship called Knowledge. You will know the world for the first time. As it should be. The moment is ever refreshing itself with the waters of renewal starting high in the mountains to follow the stream of the past to this precipice that is the rest stop before the waterfall of the future.