I believe in all things unreal. I believe in the nature of fantasy, that place that lies somewhere in-between what is and what isn’t. I believe in science fiction, Star Wars, the War of the Worlds, Jules Verne, Rodenberry, and most of all Ray Bradbury. I believe in that jolly old man in a red suit and reindeer that can fly. A lost boy named Peter that rescues the damsel in distress in a land far, far away and a captain of a ship with a hook for a hand that will make you walk the plank if you’re not careful. I believe in a story of a broken down old man in Cuba. A man who ventured out onto the sea to regain his dignity. And with nothing more than the love of a young boy and a heart as big as the ocean, single-handedly caught the biggest fish of all. I believe in the light in a child’s eyes when he or she finds that quarter under the pillow where they left a lost tooth the night before, bells that ring when angels get their wings and a snow man that comes to life each December.
When the end of October comes, who can doubt the existence of banshees and goblins, witches and warlocks and things that go bump in the night. I believe in all these things with all my heart. I even believe in the kindness of stranger and at times the 2000 year old story of a man that was savagely killed for doing nothing more than spreading a little love around. I believe in goodness and a little pint sized fellow named Bilbo Baggens that set off on a journey to save his world from an evil that threatened him and all that held precious, sound familiar? Yeah, fantasy, that’s where it’s at. That’s what I believe which brings me to the greatest fantasy of them all.
I believe in a land where all men are created equal, I mean really equal, a beautiful place, a wondrous place where life and liberty are one and the same thing. This place has no borders to keep people out and none to keep them in. There is no discrimination and love is the most popular four letter word. People there find a way to live together in, if not perfect, accepted harmony with each other and race is a term that people use to describe what they do on a track at the park. In this place the streets are clean, the homes are well kept and no one goes to bed hungry, not a single soul. There’s no pollution, the skies are blue, the rain is warm and time is always on your side. Call it fantasy, hope, desire, castles in the sky, whatever but when the six o clock new comes on and I am sitting all alone ——————This is what, I Believe.
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