Thoughts stopped unspoken. The gathering had begun. Whale song echoed from the harbor as the horn sounded again deeper this time a resonant minor tone that hung in the crystal line air. Lift our children from the darkness. Give them knowledge that they may be wise.
Wisdom is the mother of all creation.
Serve her well and she will be bountiful in her gifts and generous in her mercy. Let each seeker know that the answers are within. Turn no one away, for even the darkest soul has a gift that illumination will reveal. Find answers in your science and in your theology. Feed the dreamers.