Ever Outward.

No time for moss in this ever-rolling landscape of repetition.  The hawks on the horizon watch patiently for moments of weakness, ready to dive at a moments notice to seal the fate of the unsuspecting.  A myopic view is a death sentence in a jungle of opportunity.  Patterns, while comfortable, become traps, mazes of familiarity and acquiescence.  So often we forget that we are hurtling through space as relativity confuses minds and placates us with a sense of stability.  But it is important to understand that we're rotating and revolving around an ever-expanding light within a universe whose boundaries are only limitless because it pushes them constantly.  Therefore we too can push ourselves well beyond that sense of comfort.  No matter how fast we run or how hard we strive we will never reach our limit; we are beings of infinite potential.