There is a place where hope lives. A place where dreams remain unscathed. A place where the big imaginations never lose sight of their lofty aspirations. A place where minds meld with ideas and rhythms of victorious songs. An obvious leader has emerged in this place, wielding banners of past triumphs and promises of more to come. The leader never blinks. The leader never wavers. The leader takes great honor in holding this status. He is among men who have tasted leadership on it's most glorious platter. The same men who now feel aches from the depths of their bellies. Their failures have been countless. Their pain insurmountable. Will there be a place beyond the present? Is there a future within reach that not only honors our glorious past but also justifies the here and now? Is it all for nothing? There is nothing left but hope and ticks of time. Our leader is here and his army is growing.