I’ll go along with everything that tests, and rests, on my pride. I’ve mastered this task since my first recollections of consciousness. Instantly apprehensive, and me, frozen, in the midst of destruction. Young, except not always innocent. That ambiguity of sanctuary, and mystery of spirituality interests me—just not enough to compete with the realist soul that supports my chest out and chin high. I look back and I know what changed me. I started moving. The kind of moving that guarantees perspective, as long as your senses are open. Doing is more important than believing. Belief comes from searching and you’ll always be searching. Trust in what you’re doing and let your actions show your values and morals. Those terms do not need verbal explanation or reiteration. Go, move, mess up your routine!