I am no one’s vassal, nor a mere tributary of some well-worn stream. Rather than that, I would be the sudden downpour, the gust that stirs the wilderness into waves. Or perhaps—the lone moonlight cloaking the lingering grace of the Tang dynasty.
Life itself is a poem yet to be written. Their words are shallow, unworthy of careless printing. But beneath my pen, every mountain rises in its own cadence— I follow the rhythm that is mine alone.

Not everyone is meant to build a Crystal Cathedral as I did, but everyone should have a dream of their own — to design it, pursue it, and ultimately realize it.
A dream is the soul of life, the lighthouse of the heart, and the faith that guides us toward success. With a noble dream and unwavering determination, dreams can become reality, effort can turn into greatness, and life can create miracles.                             ———— Robert H. Schuller