The Landscape Should Belong To The People

I Am A Soul In The World: In The World Of My Soul The Whirled Light From The Day The Sacked Land Of My Father.

The African, Because Of The Violent Differences Between What Was Native And What He Was Forced To In Slavery, Developed Some Of The Most Complex And Complicated Ideas About The World Imaginable.

And Now Each Night, I Count The Stars. And Each Night I Get The Same Number. And When The Stars Won't Come To Be Counted, I Count The Holes They Leave.

Hope Is Delicate Suffering.

God Is Man Idealized.