Exactly two years ago today, I envisioned from my bed the vastness of all the ways in which I could choose to live my life. Like grains of sand, I saw like little packages the reality of every split moment and decision I had and could live by. Faint threads interwove the fabric of all that I could be and I felt this all the way into my very bones.

I also saw that this was the same for every human being. In all the tremendous moments of my own conscious revelation, I also realized how every thread of my being was intimately connected to every person in every moment I ever had or would choose.

I believe this is the moment where most people wake up.

Many people live at the bottom of the cave and even given the chance of escape, don't take it - or having escaped, return to it. But some were born into the world in front of the light and some brazenly dare to depart the cave to never return. These are the artists, the creatives who work with the light to shine stories onto the dark canvas of the deep and pray to tell a story that invite the prisoners to ask questions that seek beyond their shackles. These are the ones who echo their sounds into the souls of the living dead.

At The Den in Medford Oregon, you can see it all.