A mohawk a revolutionary does not make... the revolution is started in the head, not on the head... in the heart worn on the sleeve, not in a book found on a dusty shelve. Revolution is not a word to be thrown around lightly... everyone can be a revolutionary, but not everyone can be the spark. We all want so badly to be the one to start everything... so badly to be the missing piece... so desperately to be this generations Che or Castro... this time around it won't be a small island nation... this time it's gonna catch the whole world off guard and it wont be a single man or woman... it'll be a group of people searching for change... making things happen in their own back yards... that'll start the brushfire of change... and none of the guard will be there to stop it because it'll be too big too fast... there will be some caught up in the flames, on both sides, unfortunately... but the survivors and the fighters... the strugglers will carry there memories on into the future along with the eternal dream of peace, unity and love...