I’ll tell you a secret:

The future will be born of a prisoner.

A one whom others see as helpless.

Someone of no status.

A person previously invisible.

Those who are turning the keys to our cages.

Will not be superficially charismatic.

They will be those we ran over.

And left to die there.

But they did not die.

Instead, they crawled.

To heaven.

And then returned to us.

To restore us to our humanity and soul.

To remember us to ourselves and our ancestors.

The future will be born not of the elect.

The future — will be born of a prisoner.