Humans, The Only Self-regarding Animals, Blessed Or

Responsibility Is What Awaits Outside The Eden Of Creativity.

The Creative Act Is Not Pure. History Evidences It. Ideology Demands It. Society Exacts It.

If I Dreamt This, While Walking, Walking In The London Streets, The Subconscious Of Each And Every Other Life, Past And Present, Brushing Me In Passing, What Makes It Real? Writing It Down.

About The Joys And The Courage, I Really Don't Know What Other People Think. I Just Know That I've Never Left Africa. I've Lived There All My Life. And One Of The Wonderful Things, In Spite Of All The Terrible Things That Happen In South Africa, Is The Way People Continue To Keep Their Dignity.

If You Live In Europe . . . Things Change . . . But Continuity Never Seems To Break. You Don't Have To Throw The Past Away.