My name is Isa.  I was born on Easter Sunday, 2000.  Within me the voice of God speaks, and that loudly.  Here I will share my discoveries.

If a mighty bloom alters the landscape, do you mourn the old view?  No, you admire it.  We are young, and we are marooned by an island, so forgive the ambitious zeal which seems like ingratitude or hubris.  Idealism at eighteen, you may smile at it, but it can break and mould on a grand scale.