On this most fair of summer days
I wish to give two humble words to you
That I may pay respect for the many ways
My life has changed, so "Thank You"
You gifted words which although were to many written
Seemed somehow to be for me and for no other
They were not a map or guide, but rather
A reminder of a dream I had somehow forgotten
Though such dreams were far too big or so they seemed
You told me to do it anyway and so I do
With hope I now live what I have dreamed
And yet again I must say the words, "Thank You"
But now I must excuse myself and hence depart
For I must return to my work of art

 

Human beings can't help it: we need to belong. One of the most powerful of our survival mechanisms is to be part of a tribe, to contribute to (and take from) a group of like-minded people. We are drawn to leaders and to their ideas, and we can't resist the rush of belonging and the thrill of the new. ... We want to belong not to just one tribe, it turns out, but to many. And if you give us tools and make it easy, we'll keep joining. Tribes make our lives better. And leading a tribe is the best life of all.