For the Known, for the Makers, who commit to their hearts and bare their souls to my world. Let you live well, and may more follow you.

For the Unknown, ancient to present, tales wove deep into our collective saga, traced by Myth and all we touch. You are anonymous, but never forgotten.

For the Dreams, forsaken, oppressed, broken, unborn, throughout our long history; I am so sorry. Let us somehow take you up again.

For those I have known and laughed with; I will love you always. Keep close the dreams you shared with me, and I will know there is hope yet.

-Tim Bumpus