Tears from my eyes fall into the soil where my dying Dreams gasp and expire; this moisture seeps down, activating the seeds of new Dreams.

In a changing world Scratch That. The ancient Greeks—B.C., Baby—had a saying, something like, "Judge no man happy until he is dead." This may have been a reaction to a Sophocles play, but thousands of years later the point is still valid, even if you don't kill your Mother by mistake and accidentally marry your Father.

I was going to do a riff on the exponential growth of technology and change. But, hell, before Christ the Greeks were already bitching about that high-tech sundial device, about how it was hacking their lives into wretched little pieces, and compelling them like slaves before their new Master: Time.

Only little dreams work the first try. Big dreams are only actualized after multiple Death/Rebirth Cycles, which are, in my experience, excruciatingly painful.

So cry a little.

And then try again, differently.

@hg47