Dreams are the stuff of giants who cut a path alone or accompanied by love and good will. Some disbelieving but hopeful souls who want to be part of achievement. A statue of all that is that monument moving and speaking and living and breathing. Any one of us can step into the shoes of the giant. We don't see the compliance. There are rules of conduct given, born into or learned with a wit unsurpassed. Some say it is class. But it lasts long enough to clear the path. A giant can. Watchers and well wishers stand in awe and because they saw, they emulate. Fate. Dreams are real and requisite to motivate those frozen in time by history's by products. No one imagined the grief of loss. The time nation's waste the gifts bestowed. Certain is the stress because retraction are meager afterthoughts.