We All Flee In Hope Of Finding

Why Not Write A Book Which Is As Sophisticated As A Book For An Adult, But Is About The Concerns That Teenagers Actually Have?

...they Told Me Of Color, That It Was An Illusion Of The Eye, An Event In The Perceiver's Mind, Not In The Object; They Told Me That Color Had No Reality; Indeed, They Told Me That Color Did Not Inhere In A Physical Body Any More Than Pain Was In A Needle. And Then They Imprisoned Me In Darkness; And Though There Was No Color There, I Still Was Black, And They Still Were White; And For That, They Bound And Gagged Me.

There Is A Power In Names. Olakunde Told Us Of Ashe-the Power Which Runs Through All Things, Subtle And Flexible, Which Find Its Most Potent Expression In Human Utterance; So That It Is A Terrible Thing To Call Down Imprecations On An Enemy, Or To Wish For Anything But Good, For What Is Said Out Loud Is Forged Into Truth.

I Feel Like It's Important Every Once In A While To Estrange Ourselves From The Familiar To Remind Ourselves Of The Potentialities Of People, How Many Different Ways There Are Of Being.

Older Teens Tend To Write To Me And Say, 'thank You For Not Writing Down To Teenagers.'