Everyone Ends Up Moving Alone Towards The

Mumbling Obeisance To Abhorrence Of Apartheid Is Like Those Lapsed Believers Who Cross Themselves When Entering A Church.

People Give One Another Things That Can't Be Gift Wrapped.

It's Impossible To Conquer All Fear And Loss By Preparation. There Are Always Sources Of Desolation That Aren't Taken Into Account Because No One Knows What They Will Be.

It's Easier For The Former Masters To Put Aside The Masks That Hid Their Humanity Than For The Former Slaves To Recognise The Faces Underneath. Or To Trust That This Is Not A New Mask These Are Wearing.

Music Has No Limits Of A Life-span.