We are praised for being the curious souls who drive the world forward in the search for answers that engineers and scientists develop in laboratories under lenses and never consuming artificial lights. Our light comes from the inside and it’s in constant battle with a devouring darkness that never surrenders and resembles nothing to the romanticism of Gothic paradises, oasis of modernity. Our passion pushes the imagination of those who lack words or means to express their poetry that we all need so badly. Our movement does not transport objects from place to place at unimaginable speeds; our bridges do not respond to mathematical formulas and impossible shapes that defy nature while trying to imitate her and overcome it. We don’t move from A to B; we go a step further, conquering parallel universes, breaking mirrors that limit the possibilities of reality. We dare to construct reality without staying attached to its material limitations. We are dreamers, with all the connotations that the word implies, who play with meanings, rebelling against the rules that aspire to label it all while claiming innocence and universal welfare. However, we remain undervalued in a world that traffics with profit and where golden currency is prioritized above our most basic human needs that identify us as unique. Who are we? What is our DNA? As an answer to the increasingly demanding audience that is thirsty for budgets and figures, all we can say is that we are what we love. How many of you can say that? We love the constant flux of creative value that remains asleep, waiting for the gaze to see it clearly, for the visionary that transforms the inexistent in an ocean of “maybes”, for the hands that shape stones into representations of beauty and wonder. The times of knowledge are changing but we still purchase with it because we consider it to be one of the most valuable belongings we ever had. Nevertheless, this vital possession is not meant to remain in closed doors or books of wisdom. It’s not an isolated subject in a dusty shelf, or a piece of museum, or an object of admiration. It must be fluid, regenerative and provocative. It must be found further than a click away. Knowledge must inspire and those crusaders who desire to pursuit it and employ it should be supported and encouraged. I have not guarantees of where this could lead them, only a vision that reminds me how much I hate the idea of imagining a world where our passions were relegated to the corner of hobbies at the end of a CV because they are much more than that: They are the core of our lives at the service of finding happiness in its most enlighten meaning.