Inside the balance of the lines between fealty and friendship, a warm region of trust and dedication lies.  Aside from the sabre rattling of corporate states and the unbridled impulsiveness of youth I seek to stake my claim.  The spirit of building something bold and pure beckons to the heart of every dreamer given his own freedom to reign, and I seek to plant ambition at the heart of it. 

At what point will these dreams fall empty on the ears of man I grow?  If I balance idealism with prudence can the ideal take wing like the eagle on high?  The young man of his thirties still wants to believe so.