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The Strange Thing About Africa Is How Past, Present And Future Come Together In A Kind Of Rough Jazz, If You Like.

When Chaos Is The God Of An Era, Clamorous Music Is The Deity's Chief Instrument.

Maybe There Are Only Three Kinds Of Stories: Those We Live, Those We Tell, And Those That Help Our Souls Fly Upwards To A Greater Life.

We Plan Our Lives According To A Dream That Came To Us In Our Childhood, And We Find That Life Alters Our Plans. And Yet, At The End, From A Rare Height, We Also See That Our Dream Was Our Fate. It's Just That Providence Had Other Ideas As To How We Would Get There. Destiny Plans A Different Route, Or Turns The Dream Around, As If It Were A Riddle, And Fulfills The Dream In Ways We Couldn't Have Expected.

Wholeness Is The Enemy Of The Artist. We Ought To Be Broken, Ruined In Some Way.