These words are seeds. Simple, ordinary seeds with great, unknown potentials. I don’t know their origin, as I discovered them in my hand one morning after awakening. Why were they given to me? All I know is to plant them. In your garden. I will care for them, protect them with my life, knowing that they might not only flower for you, but ripen a fruit that we can share. I have faith in our future. One day, you will find these words, or perhaps these words will find you. It will happen in your garden. Yes, I can see this happening.