To be progressive is to have the courage to try to see through the fog of doubt that blocks the path forward, make out what is yet to come, in a journey where others focus their gaze on what is and what was.
As a painter to stains the blank canvas with paint, the writer that stains the blank page with ink. Every now and then a different sort of person is born, the kind who manages to stain reality with his dreams, and in doing so, make it his creation.
Such was both the blessing and the curse of the dreamer, where others saw a word, he saw a book, where others a brush stroke he saw a painting, where others saw a boy he saw a great leader of men. He live in a world where others saw what is, yet he only saw what could be.