”The cries of the dead fall upon deaf ears, and a moment of time is lost to the dawn of no tomorrows. The living walk in the shadows of ancient giants, but see only the empty face of their small existence. Man is too busy with tiny thoughts to see the stars beckoning. A hope for something more than the emptiness of our madness. A madness of a world torn asunder by the hollow ideals of selfish men. I beg of you. Look to the stars. Look to the dawning of a tomorrow filled with the hope of a future filled with beauty and love. Look to something, anything beyond the empty we all feel today. I beg of you…” ~ G. Paul Stevenson
