We Travel Just To Travel.

...i Also Know - And This Won't Alter The Course Of History Or Your Personal View Of Me - That You Will Die With A Clenched Fist And A Tense Jaw, The Epitome Of Hatred And Struggle, Because You Are Not A Symbol (some Inanimate Example) But A Genuine Member Of The Society To Be Destroyed; The Spirit Of The Beehive Speaks Through Your Mouth And Motivates Your Actions. You Are As Useful As I Am, But You Are Not Aware Of How Useful Your Contribution Is To The Society That Sacrifices You.

Perhaps One Day Tired Of Circling The World I'll Return To Argentina And Settle In The Andean Lakes If Not Indefinitely Then At Least For A Pause While I Shift From One Understanding Of The World To Another.

The Merit Of Marx Is That He Suddenly Produces A Qualitative Change In The History Of Social Thought. He Interprets History, Understands Its Dynamic, Predicts The Future, But In Addition To Predicting It (which Would Satisfy His Scientific Obligation), He Expresses A Revolutionary Concept: The World Must Not Only Be Interpreted, It Must Be Transformed. Man Ceases To Be The Slave And Tool Of His Environment And Converts Himself Into The Architect Of His Own Destiny.

The Blacks, Those Magnificent Examples Of The African Race Who Have Conserved Their Racial Purity By A Lack Of Affinity With Washing, Have Seen Their Patch Invaded By A Different Kind Of Slave: The Portuguese. The Black Is Indolent And Fanciful, He Spends His Money On Frivolity And Drink; The European Comes From A Tradition Of Working And Saving Which Follows Him To This Corner Of America And Drives Him To Get Ahead.

I Knew That When The Great Guiding Spirit Cleaves Humanity Into Two Antagonistic Halves, I Will Be With The People.