It was the absence of light that began his understanding of vision. He had stumbled into the rye; a tribal dance of sorts—he had been stumbling his entire life. On this particular night, he had staggered into the promise land.

His ignorance blinded him from the dangers of the free world; where those that had vision came to prey on those that did not; a place whose borders were marked on all sides by abrupt edges that fell to a void. His shortcomings were forgivable, irrelevant in retrospect.

He was drawn towards a flame that breeched the darkness. The illumination was nearly blinding. For that brief instance, every human was an individual, every soul existed in liberty. He began to connect the light in front of him with this feeling. He was mistaken, the flame came from within.

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Follow him in his passage between light and dark; build upon his success and evade his mistakes, in hopes that you will light the path for those who follow. He is one of us, he is mankind, he is not perfect, but he has a vision. May you too feel the warmth of freedoms flame in our struggle through love, hate, and the revolution.