I lile the thought that from far away enough, city lights look like streams of gold
“ To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves. We remember them because it is an easy thing to forget; that we are not the first to suffer, rebel, fight, love and die. The grace with which we embrace life, in spite of the pain, the sorrows, is always a measure of what has gone before.
— - Alice Walker, “In These Dissenting Times” (via variationalbeings)