We are often reminisced upon, regarded in past tense, as bygone agents who have served a finite purpose. Centuries ago we fired a shot that was heard around the world. Decades later we braved the coldest and darkest of nights to smuggle slaves into the free world. We packed Woodward Avenue one hundred thousand strong, shared a dream on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. We took over Chicago while whole world watched. In Tiananmen Square we stood alone in front of a column of tanks. With picks, hammers, and a couple hundred thousand cans of spray paint, we tore down a wall to reunite East and West Berlin. We are a vision; we are the vision. You may be familiar, or you may have merely caught a glimpse of it in passing. Regardless, somewhere between now and your beginning, it grabbed hold of you and you wouldn’t let go. We did not start this fire, but we're willing to share it.