What is it that causes us to stand subornly firm against the
odds, to love with all our hearts, to seek good where evil has
been declared, to join the song when we can't sing, to seek truth
in all creation, to turn our back on fear and face the light, to
do what is right when it counts the most, to make music out of
jumbled sound, to bring harmony to the world around us, to say "I
WILL" and not "I'll try," to smile at the devil himself and give
him a hug, and to do it all this and more as if we did it
everyday?  Is it the human spirit?  I say nay, for I do not
believe in spirits and what is so human about any of these feats? 
It is the essence of life as we, you and I, were meant to live
it.
     Each man has a moment of greatness.  That moment when he
rises to the ocassion above the ashes and is for that one brief
moment the pheonix, the dirt that has become divine.  And do we
know who will be next among us to burn with the light of God?  It
would be absurd to suppose it would be you or me.  But supose it
is you, who are the next choosen vessle of greatness, you who sit
in a pit of despair and wallow in self pitty.  Is that anyway to
treat the greatest among men?  Be ready!  If you are prepared the
light will burn within you for a life time rather than carry you
the moment!