Computer: Define home.

Human: I can't.

Computer: You have written 4,372 books about it.

Human: I know.

Computer: Then why can't you define it?

Human: Because every time we did, we confused it with a house.

There once was a species that spent a remarkable amount of its life searching for home.

Most believed it was a place. They bought it, sold it, inherited it, defended it and mourned it. Entire wars were fought over it. Some crossed oceans convinced another country would finally feel like home. Others never left the street where they were born and still spent their lives looking for it.

The misunderstanding persisted for centuries.

Home announced itself quietly. In the smell of rain. In a familiar laugh. In the first language ever spoken to you. In the unbearable realization that you had been looking for a feeling using an address.

Computer: Business appears to have been a system for exchanging currency.

Human: That's accounting.

Computer: Explain the difference.

Human: Business begins long before the money.

Someone imagines a future no one else can see. They describe it. They ask complete strangers to believe them. Some laugh. A few stay. Years later, everyone pretends it was obvious.

Every business began as an impossible conversation. A bakery before there was bread. An airline before there were passengers. A magazine before there was a first issue. Money was never the miracle. Belief was.

Computer: That seems improbable.

Human: We called it entrepreneurship.

Computer: Have miracles been verified?

Human: Depends.

Computer: On what?

Human: Whether you were there.

There once was a species that believed miracles would announce themselves.

They expected the heavens to open, the seas to part, the impossible to arrive with witnesses and certainty. Instead, miracles preferred ordinary afternoons. They appeared as a phone call made at the exact moment it was needed. A train missed. A stranger who decided to say hello. A doctor who looked twice. A child who survived. A woman who changed her mind. A life that should have gone one way and quietly chose another.

Many spent their entire lives waiting for miracles grand enough to convince everyone.

The fortunate few recognized the small ones that only needed to convince them.

Computer: What does gravity feel like?

Human: Heavy.

Computer: The force?

Human: No. The expectation.

So many of us allow the crushing pressures of life to turn our dreams into dust. Obliterated by the weight of responsibilities. Pressure to come back to “reality”, like that word even means anything.

Reality.

You must be serious to be taken seriously. Seriousness. Gravitas. Gravity. Grave.

The pressures of gravity in the entirety of the Cosmos usually propel stars and planets alike to move, to grow, to expand.

Why are we not following the same premise?

Why do humans reject their universal heritage and instead settle for some boxed-up, made-up, instant mix of what humanity means?

For me, I can safely say the gravity of life—the pressures of life—only made my dreams clearer, crisper and more attainable. My only responsibility is to live them.

For a planet must be a planet.

A moon must be a moon.

A star must be a star.

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