She longs for peace; it's her revenge.
She's a stark-white pale-horse rider and Hell's just around the bend.

-Carbon Leaf

I see her more & more when I am out on the street...just a glimpse of her shadow rounding the corner, or a glint in a woman's eye when she gets straight to the heart of the matter- "What are you saying here? This world is beautiful and I know I am meant to be cherished in it, as are you." Truths that I scarcely believed could be breathed into existence are suddenly shining from the mirror, from the mouths of the ordinary citizens and that lady on that one show that I never really noticed before...with one thought they bring life back to the air.

I've only begun to realize the moving, inspirational power of the knowledge that somewhere out there, (and right here as well)

someone believes in a fight that can't be ignored for much longer.

And there is so much beauty in the truth about people, about living for one another and being brave enough to search more intimately into the lives of those around us. The truth that we know: there's something much wilder to life that few touch upon because it does require sacrifice and passion and belief in the light overcoming the darkness, no matter how foul and close it is to our lives, overcoming boredom and restlessness and apathy to get closer, just to get even an inch closer to what is real--even if we can't see it from here except in bits and pieces.
Because the light will always overcome the darkness. Always.