Without Stories We Would Go Mad. Life

I'm Fascinated By The Mysterious Element That Runs Through Our Lives. Everyone Is Looking Out Of The World Through Their Emotion And History. Nobody Has An Absolute Reality.

There Is A Kind Of Expressed Love Which Is Easy To Subvert. When A Figure Is Loved For Their Deeds, Their Conquests, Their Heroism, Their Goodness, Their Love Of The People, These Are Easy Enough To Destroy... But There Is A Kind Of Love Which Is Felt For Apparently No Reason... A Love, Inspired, It Seems, By The Gods, Which It Is Impossible To Fight, Distort, Destroy, Or Weaken. In Fact, The Attempts To Destroy Such Loves Only Strengthen Them. And To Do Nothing Allows Them To Continue To Grow At Their Natural Pace, Inexoribly, Till This Love Becomes A Wide And Silent Adoration.

When You Stop Inventing Reality Then You See Things As They Really Are.

I Was Told Stories, We Were All Told Stories As Kids In Nigeria. We Had To Tell Stories That Would Keep One Another Interested, And You Weren't Allowed To Tell Stories That Everybody Else Knew. You Had To Dream Up New Ones.

Bad Things Will Happen And Good Things Too. Your Life Will Be Full Of Surprises. Miracles Happen Only Where There Has Been Suffering. So Taste Your Grief To The Fullest. Don’t Try And Press It Down. Don’t Hide From It. Don’t Escape. It Is Life Too. It Is Truth. But It Will Pass And Time Will Put A Strange Honey In The Bitterness. That’s The Way Life Goes.