I have felt the political and the body, the thought and the political, the action and the political. Every act is political.
The golden generation shines by breaking the crystal chrysalis that had been assigned to it. Beneath it, the brilliance of strength shines. The mud has not obscured the whisper of its power. A power that builds roads, and raises the bridges that the storm has swept away.
In my thoughts I honor the souls that say goodbye with sad songs.
I am sorry
