When all else fails it is the habbits you have cultivated , your intense discipline and commitment that will get you to your destination. Your vision may begin to fade with the toil of life and its tatooe of trade, the stain of pain, the residue of fear, yet you must still remember what you set out to do. The self you see shining through the glass. Laughter against the melancholy of routine, passion against systematic slog, you must be able to reignite that spark, touching moons away from the fear of being Icarus. Give birth to a sun as you reach for your paradise.