You must understand. When I was
a child, the father would
take a son by the hand and
walk him out of the house and
as they would pass the doorstep say
"Go out, son, make something beautiful."
And for a time that would be
enough for the young man, his
father's words would guide him.
And for a time that was
enough for the people to go on,
letting go of their sons. But
if it were not that all things
enjoy their own endings, we would
not fight for them to go on.
So go out, son, make something beautiful.