get those steps in my blue haired lovely. the world really is a place meant for two. two lovers, two mothers, two brothers, whatever way you do it, two by two, ark styli, pound those pavements of history, delegate some of your human hours to reflect on the people that walked in the memories of your footsteps. traverse through monumental times of decision at creation, reflect back on progress, your own and that of others, that even thou we have all these things so manic in the world happening we also have still survival until now. reflect on the progress we, you and i have made and keep walking, destination unknown.
