On the shoulders of giants, I’ve found to be a view like no other. It sees a vastness of lands that stretch to the furthest reaches of our vision. On the shoulders of giants I see my past, riddled with mistakes in the form of mirages. These hallucinations of things we had thought to have perceived that did not exist. Mistakes that form oases that we had not seen but wish we did. On the shoulders of giants we see the futures, paths that we will follow, oceans we must cross. Guaranteed, we will struggle. We will fail. But failure is the growth that has created our giants. Our failures have created the rungs on the ladder of which we climb and sit atop success, as we peer at the horizon of opportunity. On the shoulders of giants, before us and presently, we stand tall and proud.