You Have To Love. You

Power Travels In The Bloodlines, Handed Out Before Birth.

Freedom, I Found Is Not Only In The Running But In The Heart, The Mind, The Hands.

Of Course, English Is A Very Powerful Language, A Colonizer's Language And A Gift To A Writer. English Has Destroyed And Sucked Up The Languages Of Other Cultures - Its Cruelty Is Its Vitality.

At Times The Whole Sky Was Ringed In Shooting Points And Puckers Of Light Gathering And Falling, Pulsing, Fading, Rhythmical As Breathing. All Of A Piece. As If The Sky Were A Pattern Of Nerves And Our Thought And Memories Traveled Across It. As If The Sky Were One Gigantic Memory For Us All.

But Then As Time Passed, I Learned The Lesson That Parents Do Early On. You Fail Sometimes. No Matter How Much You Love Your Children, There Are Times You Slip. There Are Moments You Can't Give, Stutter, Lose Your Temper, Or Simply Lose Face With The World, And You Can't Explain This To A Child.