Look at me, I open up my words. Will you listen or put me on the spot, simply because I am an individual, a minority in this universe, on this planet, or a citizen of the nation within reach? Hear, hear: an instant wave of words towards your beautiful society, with meaningful, obvious reasons. Yet, through the raw power of labour, a fraction of the majority in this public state has become a global 'hit', where listening has become commonplace. Keep me revived, keep me close, keep those who listen, keep them close.
They are the pupils, they are the teachers, young, old, but still dear.
To get it, spell it: schools to universities, knowledge running from mouth to mind, a creation, a creative person's way of keeping it all alive.
Soon, and in the end, could you please knock on the door until there is political acceptance — a guide for humanity, a common goal, a sense of possibility for everyone involved.
Freshness.
A meaningfulness of the obvious, like the greatness of reason's power, is the difference from that world.
