I Lived Rough, By My Wits, Was

There Is A Kind Of Expressed Love Which Is Easy To Subvert. When A Figure Is Loved For Their Deeds, Their Conquests, Their Heroism, Their Goodness, Their Love Of The People, These Are Easy Enough To Destroy... But There Is A Kind Of Love Which Is Felt For Apparently No Reason... A Love, Inspired, It Seems, By The Gods, Which It Is Impossible To Fight, Distort, Destroy, Or Weaken. In Fact, The Attempts To Destroy Such Loves Only Strengthen Them. And To Do Nothing Allows Them To Continue To Grow At Their Natural Pace, Inexoribly, Till This Love Becomes A Wide And Silent Adoration.

I Am Not Fighting For Success, Just To Get More Beauty Out Of Myself And Share It With More People.

One Human Life Is Deeper Than The Ocean. Strange Fishes And Sea-monsters And Mighty Plants Live In The Rock-bed Of Our Spirits. The Whole Of Human History Is An Undiscovered Continent Deep In Our Souls. There Are Dolphins, Plants That Dream, Magic Birds Inside Us. The Sky Is Inside Us. The Earth Is In Us.

The Worst Realities Of Our Age Are Manufactured Realities. It Is Therefore Our Task, As Creative Participants In The Universe, To Re Dream Our World. The Fact Of Possessing Imagination Means That Everything Can Be Re Dreamed. Each Reality Can Have It

The Strange Thing About Africa Is How Past, Present And Future Come Together In A Kind Of Rough Jazz, If You Like.