We are not really "going home" unless we can turn our whole life around and move forward into our past, through a different perspective.
It's funny, but words don't reveal the true meaning to the sentence above, no matter how much they try. Perhaps they are not meant to. Perhaps some words must just exist is no time, hovering over still untouched realitites, until consciousness is at a stage of revealing them...
In the midst of war, illness and decay, we are summoned to lift ourselves, lifting our world into new beginnings; like nothing we've experienced before, like nothing our history books record.