One day you look around and say
This is not enough
We must weave the fabric of our lives
Some are not content to work with natural fibers
They work with quicksilver
They weave in light color and sound
The risk is that this kind of fabric may lack strength
The dyes may fade and leave us with fool’s gold
In our clutching hands
This is the leap of faith you must take
To trust in dreams and weave your life amongst the stars
Or to etch a place for yourself at least
-William Josiah Irons
(September 12, 1812 – June 18, 1883)