The Foundation

Light a match. See the glow form.
Light a wick. See the glow double and triple.
The energy of one ignites the other, and the combination is greater than the individual flames.
There is strength in numbers. If joined by the same something.
The individual is strong. The pair is stronger. And the triangle, I am told, is the strongest of all configurations. You. Me. And the foundation. Two of such triangles. Then three and four. The lattice of a crystal is formed. Solid and fully alive. Vibrant. Beautiful.

Let's uncover. Let's find it. Slowly and mindfully. The very ground that holds us upright through all the storms and violent words. The very earth that softens the hard landing of the foot or the cascade of tears. Let's find a network of such foundations which will elevate my and your and their humanity until we fly like the angels. And let's call this foundation the mother. And let's bow down to it. And let's recall that while gentle, she's the fuel of our vehicle. Without her, nothing is.