Oddly, what occurred to me in a dream related to the embed below.
It was profound. It was from G-d, and now I honor the message with the posting of this essay, and the notion laid out by Langston Hughes:
been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me
Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!
Langston Hughes
