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The stars burned as brightly as they could until, one by one, tired by their exertions, they tucked themselves into the darkness for a deserved rest.  They had stood watch over the night and now it was the sun’s turn to guard the daylight hours.  Back and forth they took turns, passing off and taking on the responsibility seamlessly.  Theirs was a well-worn routine.

Occasionally, battalions of clouds would storm across the expanse of sky to thwart the efforts of those who brought the light.  But, their efforts were always overthrown eventually.  And, hope was never lost in the interim.  The stars continued on and, in their multitude, would shine the brighter through any breaks in the advancing masses.  The sun would do the same and thus the world below would maintain heart and faith that the clouds would be defeated eventually.

Sleeper agents, embedded within the world, have bubbled out of their hiding places to explode into the fight.  The manner of their attack sends dust and ash skyward, blotting out the sun and stars completely.  In the long, dark, years that followed, perhaps only then was hope lost for those below as they withered away without the light.  Even then, however, the stars and sun remained and fought on, eventually regaining control of the heavens to once again gift their light to the world.

The light is there, always, fighting for us.  It is there whether we seek it or not.  It is there whether we understand what it does for us or not.  It is there because that is its purpose.  It is the because it loves us.

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The heavens dressed in layered clouds and the earth applied comforting fog to smooth away its imperfections.  They postured to look their best while awaiting the arrival of their daily courtier.  The sun blew them soft orange kisses from the horizon that promised more.  The heavens let the clouds slip a little, showing a hint of blushing blue beneath.  The earth quickly wiped away the fog to show off its valley and mountain curves.

There were no winners in the battle for affection.  The sun graced heaven and earth equally for those few brief hours it spent with them.  The heavens shone radiantly as the light bounced through the water droplet jeweled gown.  The earth warmed, confidence building, under the sun’s gaze.  And then, all too soon, their beloved was blowing purple farewell kisses from the opposite horizon.
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Exhausted, but undeterred, the heavens and earth began their preparations for the next day’s courting while catching fits of rest as they could.  The distant stars watched the daily cycle and laughed in winks and blinks at the humorous futility of it all.  The heavens and earth ignored the stars, they understood the situation better than they let on, but, as is often the case when it comes to love, they were powerless to change anything about it.

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We rode clouds of fire, chariots of burning orange, in advancing ranks away from the horizon.  Armed with the sharpened wits and long finely honed experiences of our embattled lives we held firm in the belief and pride that success would surely follow.  The heavens had nothing left to counter our tactical march toward victory.

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We were naïve fools, the product of delusions and expectant entitlements pushed on us by those who wanted more for us than they wanted for themselves.

The night rose from the opposite horizon and met our advance swiftly.  We were overwhelmed and swallowed within the mighty maw of that darkness.  The hot coals of our rage were dowsed and the color drained away until nothing remained to distinguish our battalions from the foe we had hoped to vanquish.

Fireworks slowly winked against the backdrop of oblivion, but it was impossible to tell if they were there to celebrate the darkness or to give us hope that we would once again be able to gather our strength and forces and re-forge our sunset fired battle charge.  We looked for further clues of what the future held but chaos laughed away our attempts.  Resting.  Waiting.  We settled into the embrace of night and watched the show unfold.

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Time, carried forward by world scraping winds, slipped from our tenuous grasp to swirl in small eddies that led to the cold, deep, and swift currents.

We grew old waiting for a new spark to ignite our hearts.  We grew weak in the idleness of watching the world turn below us.  We grew tired, mind, body and spirit, and we closed our eyes against the harsh dancing lights.  Sleep stole upon us and secreted us away to the halls of vibrant dreams and desires where right and wrong always stood in stark contrast and love always conquered any who dared rise against her.  The lullabies of life calmed our stirrings and we drifted further into the darkness.

We woke gently to yawn and stretch as the hint of day caressed the edge of the world.  Our limbs and minds had been rejuvenated, reminded by the dreams of all possibilities that could be eventualities should only we have the courage and energy to fight for them.  We took up our broken and depleted chariots and quietly set about the task of readying them again for war.

The night had been good for us, allowing the opportunity to pause and reflect.  We hadn’t lost all of our naivety, but we understood that a certain amount of innocence was critical to our endeavor.  We could never lose sight of the hope that urged us forward day after day.  If we did, we would be lost in the darkness forever wandering between the empty battlefields of our past and the pristine visions of our dreams.

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A perfect dream is still only a dream and means nothing without getting up every morning, dusting yourself off, and venturing forth in pursuit of the better world you want to see.