After the daystar had set, we did something beyond simple lives that which creates nations, that which creates mysteries, and wonders, we took to sleep, and whilst in slumber, the Dreamer gave us the gift of the dreams. He taught us in mind, body, and spirit. He taught us how to hope and love … what were we before he came, but shadows in the Fade.
To live requires dreaming, as no hope, no meaning is found without dreaming
… when we can be amongst the stars in one single footstep, what can hold us back if we are dreaming? Dreams bring inspiration
… the hope of love
… the crying heart
… and the rich mind of knowledge yet to be born
… the longing for something more and understanding so that we may find our dreams.
Çédô was our saviour; what he gave was more precious than gold, than jewels, and diamonds. His teaching taught us moon shapes
… the world of the singing star
… the journey of the wayward star
… the sea of tranquillity
… the voyage of the heights
Through his gift, we learned of our past, that we were descended from the great nation called the Operian, who were keepers of the words.
His teaching made us more than alive; he taught us nationhood and brotherhood. His dreaming gave us knowledge, crafting, and writing, and we became the Sâmanda … like the Operians of Old.
