We are not special.  We show up in every endeavor!  We are feared and hated by dictators.

We catch the winds of change and use our materials as sails for travel into the unknown. Our wonder is our ship.

When in process we are driven by forces we don’t understand and know better to question.

We step into the space of nothingness and come out the other side with something that is more than the sum of its parts.

We are scattered everywhere in every discipline.  We are the grass that grows in the cracks of the sidewalks