Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.

Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.

Dream extravagantly, for God has imbued us with ample imagination to dream out to and across the very periphery of the impossible.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

I'm far from the world and I see it like a brightly lit ball in the distance. The sky behind it is mostly gray. It starts in silence, but I can see the people. Everyone is in a hurry. They're racing around the globe. They each hold a thread, like a bit of string, and it unravels, covering the planet. The buzzing starts. The buzzing gets faster and louder. They're all racing to one spot on the earth. I'm outside of it and I can see everything. I can see every person in the world racing to a single spot on the earth. The buzzing is all I can hear. It gets so I can't take it. Then I wake up.