Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective. So it would seem foolish, would it not, to adjust our lives to the demands of a goal we see from a different angle everyday? How could we ever hope to accomplish anything anther than galloping neurosis?
Hunter S. Thompson
I haven't come to you only to take , I haven't come to you empty handed : I bring you poetry as great as yours but in anther tongue , I bring you black eyes and golden skin and curly hair , I bring you Islam and Luxor and Alexandria and Lutes and tambourines and date-palms and silk rugs and sunshine and incense and voluptuous ways
Before everything happened I wished i had double voice box like a song bird so I could sing two songs at once, the way a bird can harmonize with itself. I wanted to sing crystal clear notes. I wanted to sing them one after anther in ascending order. And at the same time I wanted to let another fountain of notes descend from my heart.
Silence of the creator Mute, watching, pondering The daring of my creation Oh ye mortal man! Why thou question what you enjoy and enjoy what you question? Out of ignorance or out of assurance? Enjoying the creations of my hand; Inquiring into the works of my thought and yet, questioning beyond the questions. Harmoniously did I make my creation in harmony? Seasons and times; changing to give a clue and signs of the time. Day and night; rolling in the power of my might. The anther and filament; producing in its accord in fulfillment of the status. Ye! Neglecting the principles of Jesus Christ. And now, entangled in the crises of the precepts of the ties. Oh ye mortal man! Why thou question what you enjoy and enjoy what you question? The whistles of the blackbirds, the hum of the bees, the cry of the cuckoo, the bells of the deer; Forming a symphonic crescendo pleasant to the ears. The greenery of the forest; the very epitome of livelihood to my creations. The cool breeze and awesome scenery of the sea; empowering the true relaxation of mankind and my creation. My creation! My creation! My creation! In silence do I watch! In silence do I ponder! In silence! In silence! In silence! In solemnity do I perceive the rolling and gravitation of time and the earth to its ebb. Oh ye mortal man! Silence of the creator, watch!
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah