Thoughts

Perhaps the poetry we find most beautiful are the ones that are purposefully left most vague, because it allows us to weave our own stories between the letters. and for some reason, seeing our story, interwoven on a string of vague beautiful words, makes our lives seem more aesthetic and meaningful. As if the very credence that those words exist, the words that hold one’s story, solidifies the credence of one’s life itself. It is as if the vagueness and mysticism of the page reinforces the mysticism of the world. Away from scientific explanations into everything mathematical, and into the mysticism that our lives, and our existence. Matters. And you know what is really interesting, is that, their lives do become more aesthetic and meaningful. As the experience of life is inevitably subjective; the credence of those words, the mysticism they entail, and the beauty they create for someone. is real. And so through the power of the human imagination, an imaginary interweaving of

“At such a time true lovers of humanity can only hold higher the pure ideals of science, and continue to insist that if we would solve a problem we must study it, and that there is but one coward on earth, and that is the coward that dare not know” (Du Bois, “The Study of Negro Problems.” P. 27 1898) The Souls of Black Folk W.E.B. Du Bois Introduction “Herein lie buried many things which if read with patience may show the strange meaning of being black here in the dawning of the Twentieth Century. This meaning is not without interest to you, Gentle Reader; for the problem of the Twentieth Century is the problem of the color line.” P. 3 “Leaving, then, the world of the white man, I have stepped within the Veil, raising it that you may view faintly its deeper recesses, -- the meaning of its religion, the passion of its human sorrow, and the struggle of its greater souls. All this I have ended with a tale twice told but seldom written.” P.3 “I who speak here am