The bacterium. Dumbest bug in the world. No Netflix subscription. No film school degree. No focus groups. Just a single-celled survivor.
Remember your first dance? Stumbling steps. Counting beats. Watching your feet. Until suddenly—you were dancing.
Once, stories were alive. Around the campfire, we didn't just listen—we lived them. Flames danced. Shadows played. Imagination did the rest.
Seen the grand gardens of Versailles? Perfect symmetry. Controlled beauty. Every plant in its prescribed place. Magnificent to behold—but imagine trying to plant something of your own.
Remember stepping into a professional kitchen for the first time? Gleaming steel. Precision tools. Everything in its place. A symphony of potential, waiting to be conducted.
