I am one step from a whirlwind, and I know that once I enter, there is no turning back. It is a step out of the machinery, into the wild turbulence of freedom. In the shadow of the dreaming, what has been imagined is to rush forth into the fray of life awakening, to know the air that holds the promise of a thousand hopes. Shall I be torn to shreds by the wild currents? Or shall I find some new balance, and find the courage to ride the elemental thrashing? One cannot tell from without what the experience is to be, within. And what matters if I am spit out from the thrill, beaten and broken? I must give my best face to what comes, step forward into the brave new future. And know that I have danced with fate, dreamt with the best.