Can someone who inspires us be genuine?
Can we spend a night with our nation and believe in history being made, not just being faked?
Can we spend a night with another human in silent glory without question, in truth?
Can we change what ails our society and support that which is our strength? Perhaps with an act so simple as one simple as making a mark on a piece of paper?
Can we overcome our cynicism and believe? .. and not in a God we can not see or in people we build up to heights they can never live up to .. but in each other as we are right now, tonight?
I look back upon the history of humanity and see lightening strikes of greatness. Lights that flare as beacons undeniable, exposing coastlines of what we knew and at the same time the vaster oceans of what we could only dream of.
Newton, Leibniz and calculus. Einstein and the fabric of our universe. Darwin and the concept the life struggles, and through that struggle creates life itself. Jesus and the idea that nothing is sacred save Love. Which of us will birth some yet unknown idea that others will reflect upon in the future the same way we now reflect upon the great moments in our shared past?
Tonight a great nation pledged their votes for change. Tonight they backed a voice that gives me, and many others, personal hope. That voice came from a person who I hold as being no greater than you, but yet a voice that I believe holds a clarity and belief we need so desperately in this age, indeed in all ages: A voice of hope and possibility.
We may walk through hardship or ease, we may choose to do Great things or add our own small contribution to the monument of humanity .. but we must all decide to create and build and grow, or ...
The moments of triumph lift us up; the question is what we do with that new elevation.
I go to my bed tonight asking myself that very question.