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When You Talk About Painters And You Talk About Painters Painting Masterpieces, There Is No Painter Who Painted Only One Painting And That Was A Masterpiece. You Have To Do A Whole Bunch Of Paintings To Get To The Place Of Mastering Your Craft.

I Know How Bad A Thing It Is To Be A Slave And I Know How Terrible It Was But I Don't Believe That There's A Free Person In The Whole World That Knows How Good A Cup Full Of Water Can Taste. Because You Have To Be A Deprived Slave, To Be Kept Waiting For Your Water Like We Were To Really Appreciate How Good Just One Swallow Can Be. When We Finally Got A Drop On Our Tongues It Was Like Something Straight From The Hands Of The Almighty.

Love, As The Poet Says, Is Like The Spring. It Grows On You And Seduces You Slowly And Gently, But It Holds Tight Like The Roots Of A Tree. You Don't Know Until You're Ready To Go That You Can't Move, That You Would Have To Mutilate Yourself In Order To Be Free. That's The Feeling. It Doesn't Last, At Least It Doesn't Have To. But It Holds On Like A Steel Claw In Your Chest. Even If The Tree Dies, The Roots Cling To You. I've Seen Men And Women Give Up Everything For Love That Once Was.

It Was Mid-november 2008. There Were Pirates Taking Ships With Impunity In African Waters, Terrorists Punching Holes In Indian Security, China Sinking Towards Depression Because Americans Were Afraid To Buy Cheap Goods For Christmas, And The Richest Nation In The History Of The World Was Talking About How To Keep A Budget.

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