In the beginning was the word, the word
That from the solid bases of the light
Abstracted all the letters of the void;
And from the cloudy bases of the breath
The word flowed up, translating to the heart
First characters of birth and death.
“What needs to be returned to is what I call the ‘social imagination,’ which is the idea that human beings have the right to be the authors of their own worlds rather than being simply an expression of the world that they happen to have been born into. They always have the right, and indeed the obligation, to be makers of their own world, which capitalism, of course, doesn’t allow.”
Curtis White