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Charity, Vertical, Humiliates. Solidarity, Horizontal, Helps.

So Many Stories, And To Choose Which Ones To Tell And How To Tell Them. The Words, They Will Tap Me On The Shoulder And They Will Speak To Me: Tell Me! Tell Me! The Stories Choose Me.

The Tree Of Life Knows That, Whatever Happens, The Warm Music Spinning Around It Will Never Stop. However Much Death May Come, However Much Blood May Flow, The Music Will Dance Men And Women As Long As The Air Breaths Them And The Land Plows And Loves Them.

This Work Is A Torture On The Rump But A Joy To The Heart.

Our Defeat Was Always Implicit In The Victory Of Others; Our Wealth Has Always Generated Our Poverty By Nourishing The Prosperity Of Others - The Empires And Their Native Overseers. In The Colonial And Neocolonial Alchemy, Gold Changes Into Scrap Metal And Food Into Poison.