Together,
after a long journey of out-of-focus horizons playing trick-or-treat with our eyes,
at the end of that rocky path to discovering the tools to harvest things bigger than our own selfish crops,
we look back and discover that the tottered, once-bright detour signs we followed were intended to be our way from the beginning.
We have harvested our souls.
The treat was in the trick.
What a delicious trick.
