Phoenix

"Like a Phoenix from the ashes, I will rise again..."

There is an inescapable pull between humanity and the idea of the Phoenix. We can't help but be moved by the majestic, powerful creature that bursts into, and is consumed by, flame and yet whose story does not end there. From the pile of ashes, there is a new birth. In a graphic illustration, the concept of life from death, beginnings from ends, and hope after tragedy begin to truly make sense to the human heart and mind. Practically from birth, we are fed phrases about hope:
"As long as there is life, there is hope" - Cicero
"Rags to riches"
"There's always a glimmer of hope"
"Hope springs eternal"
"There's a light at the end of the tunnel"

In our minds, we all understand the power of hope. But until we are faced with our own life catching fire and burning into ashes, and we are faced with the choice to rise victoriously from the ashes or simply to demure and die, we will never understand quite how hope makes us human. Until then, our minds will never fully understand what our hearts have always known and our hearts will never understand the power of what they hold.