The Weakness Of Most Men They Do

And Let Me Die Suddenly, To Be Born Again In The Revelation Of Beauty....and The Revelation Of Beauty Is The Wisdom Of The Ancestors.

Out Of The Sky, The Birds, The Parrots, The Bells, Silk, Cloth, And Drums, Out Of Sundays Dancing, Children's Words And Love Words, Out Of Love For The Little Fists Of Children, I Will Build A World, My World With Round Shoulders.

I Have A Different Idea Of A Universal. It Is Of A Universal Rich With All That Is Particular, Rich With All The Particulars There Are, The Deepening Of Each Particular, The Coexistence Of Them All.

Beware, My Body And My Soul, Beware Above All Of Crossing Your Arms And Assuming The Sterile Attitude Of The Spectator, For Life Is Not A Spectacle, A Sea Of Griefs Is Not A Proscenium, And A Man Who Wails Is Not A Dancing Bear.

I Am Talking About Societies Drained Of Their Essence, Cultures Trampled Underfoot, Institutions Undermined, Lands Confiscated, Religions Smashed, Magnificent Artistic Creations Destroyed, Extraordinary Possibilities Wiped Out.