There is a kind of fidelity that cannot be seen. It does not appear in photographs. It does not generate stories. It receives no applause. It exists in the everyday.

In getting up when you do not want to. In doing your duty when no one checks. In holding on when everything goes dark.

Tetzavé speaks of this.

Not of the hero. Of the guardian. Of the one who tends the flame without anyone noticing.

There are lights that do not stay lit by themselves. There are worlds that collapse if no one keeps watch over them.

Inspiration is........

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