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## **II. The Founding Spark: The Vision Before the Fall**
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🗎 **Filename**: `02_founding_spark.md`
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They called it a makerspace.
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But for me, it was never just that.
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It was a **commons**.
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A sacred one.
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Not in a religious sense—but in the sense of what could be made sacred through intention, reciprocity, and shared authorship.
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Dallas Makerspace was not a collection of tools.
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It was a **living organism**, pulsing with potential.
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A place where the lines between teacher and student dissolved,
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where engineers cross-pollinated with artists,
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where welders, coders, and dreamers spoke a shared dialect of possibility.
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I founded it not as a company, not as a club—
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…but as a *container for creative sovereignty*.
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We believed that anyone—given time, tools, and trust—could become something more than the world allowed them to be.
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We believed that knowledge should not be hoarded, but handed forward.
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That systems should not be gatekeepers, but gateways.
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That hierarchy was a failure of imagination.
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I did not lead with charisma.
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I led with **infrastructure**—
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with bylaws, with bootstraps, with midnight debugging sessions.
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The dream was never about me.
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It was about **us**.
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And for a time, it worked.
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We built, we taught, we collaborated.
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We became something rare:
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**a self-organizing body of civic creation**.
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But seeds are vulnerable.
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And even the healthiest systems, if not protected,
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can be infiltrated—
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slowly, silently, until the dream no longer recognizes itself.
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That was the world before the fall.
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And this… is how the shadow took root.
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