Last week while driving to one meeting to the next, our second of three that day, she asked me what I wanted to be. She assumed because of my intergalactic ability to create great things that my desire was to rule. I explained, conquering the world and seeking massive monetary gain seemed mundane. That wasn’t the dream I pursue. I wish to live in silence, provide shelter for ones who have none, love children and exist off the grid. Agreed with me, she did.