Mystery Is The Essence Of Divinity

Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening Sun, Had To Die For Loving Her.

It Would Be Against All Nature For All The Negroes To Be Either At The Bottom, Top, Or In Between. We Will Go Where The Internal Drive Carries Us Like Everybody Else. It Is Up To The Individual.

Grown People Know That They Do Not Always Know The Why Of Things, And Even If They Think They Know, They Do Not Know Where And How They Got The Proof. Hence The Irritation They Show When Children Keep On Demanding To Know If A Thing Is So And How The Grown Folks Got The Proof Of It. It Is So Troublesome Because It Is Disturbing To The Pigeonhole Way Of Life.

Through Indiscriminate Suffering Men Know Fear, And Fear Is The Most Divine Emotion. It Is The Stones For Altars And The Beginning Of Wisdom.

From Barren Brown Stems To Glistening Leaf-buds; From The Leaf-buds To Snowy Virginity Of Bloom…it Was Like A Flute Song Forgotten In Another Existence And Remembered Again. What? How? Why? This Singing She Heard That Had Nothing To Do With Her Ears. The Rose Of The World Was Breathing Out Smell. It Followed Her Through All Her Waking Moments And Caressed Her In Her Sleep.