Tomorrow Exists Even Though I May Not

I Come From A Little Island With The Caribbean Sea On One Side And The Atlantic Ocean On The Other. I Come From, Really, Nowhere, And For Me, The Fiction And The Nonfiction, Creative Or Otherwise, All Come From The Same Place.

It Is True That Our Skin Is Sort Of More Or Less The Same Shade. But Is It True That Our Skin Color Makes Us A Distinctive Race? No.

The Thing To Remember About The Declaration Of Independence And The Profession Of Freedom Is That It Was Written By People Who Were Quite Free And Who Were Surrounded By People Who Were Not Free. The People Who Wrote The Declaration Of Independence Were Ventriloquists Really. The Obsession With Freedom Makes No Sense When It Applies To Them.

Out Of The Corner Of One Eye, I Could See My Mother. Out Of The Corner Of The Other Eye, I Could See Her Shadow On The Wall, Cast There By The Lamplight. It Was A Big And Solid Shadow, And It Looked So Much Like My Mother That I Became Frightened. For I Could Not Be Sure Whether For The Rest Of My Life I Would Be Able To Tell When It Was Really My Mother And When It Was Really Her Shadow Standing Between Me And The Rest Of The World.

Of Course, Every Time I End A Book, I Look Down At Myself And I'm Just The Same. I'm Always Disappointed That I'm Just The Same, But Not Enough To Never Do It Again!