There are pre-packaged roles, and characters, and stories all around. And they are being bought and sold and pushed upon us all.

Hold your own.

There are vibrations and rhythms and dances and plays. They swirl and circle and beckon others to join.

Hold your own.

There are voices and songs and messages flowing through wires, riding on winds, and slipping from tongues.

Hold your own.

The noise is rising. But so is the quiet.

Hold your own.

The chaos is bubbling but so is the cauldron.

Hold your own.

This world contains all possibilities. But so do you.

Hold your own.

Hold your own.

Hold your own.

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