START. The thought is tiny, a spark of light that flickers into your head, and expands across your brain, lighting it up like the stars, even if only for a split second. The thought has landed and has lodged its way into the part where memories live, the switch that turns on and makes us do things. It brings action to the words that come from your mouth or the words that come from your hands onto a page, onto a screen; permanent, fluid, forever.
This is always how it begins. It leads to an overthrow, a cataclysmic revolution, sometimes small, sometimes big, always powerful.
We know how it begins. We just don’t always know how it ENDS.
Let this be our Revolution between the lines.
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