We are the macrocosm of generations. We inherit our prejudices, our failings and our fears. We only rise above these when we recognize them and reject them as weakness, ignorance and fear. Every generation has the opportunity to take a new form and realize it’s merit and utilize it for the betterment for if not all, then some. Forgive and do no harm. Protect and become argent against those who will not grow and perpetrate evils against those who cannot protect themselves. They will not feel the wings burst from their backs, but they will know the rush of sweet air and sunlight. They will not feel the glow of the halo emanating from their heads, nor will they or others see it; but they will bear the stares of those who see their actions as good, true and selfless. Their ancestry is a witness from the nether, and those ghosts can rest easy knowing that in a series of devotions, their descendants hone the edges of shadows to create greater cuts of light.
