There is a place, existing only in my mind. Perhaps in the minds of others, though I won’t be so presumptuous to assume it. In this place, love is joy instead of pain. There is no famine, there is no poverty. There is no hurt, there is no war. There is only celebration. Celebration of the unity of all people, and all things. Celebration of a deeper understanding of the world around us, and the realms within ourselves. This celebration never wavers, and is never disturbed. There is only the relaxation of it all.

This is no promised land, no ultimate retreat. This is something more, this place. And as I stand here, gazing across the desert sands and listening to all that the winds would tell me, I write in tribute to this place. I write of the journey from the darkest depths of the soul, fighting tooth and nail to come finally to this place of inner peace. Casting aside the masks. Leaving behind the falsehoods. Not returning to the roots, but evolving into something new. Something better. Something more. Evolving out of the old husk of inevitability and coming to rest in that special place.