Is Russell Brand doing it? How about The Ill Mind of Hopsin?
Will electing Elizabeth Warren do what we hoped Obama has not?
I don't think a black man could do it, at least not now. It is of course not that black people are incapable, it is America herself that is fighting this current. I was reading this great book of quotes and one talked about just letting go and floating in that current.
Do you know what current I speak of?
It is just off the coast, we are pretty sure we know where it goes. We
Of course I am also alluding of the ever present molotov. I only say ever present because for some of you I know it is always an option and that is good. It is always an option.
Do not throw them in the current! This conversation is a "yes, and" as opposed to the "yes, but"
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The problem is every time I sit down to write this post I stop, I'll probably hit enter this time. The question before us is not how we foment revolution, that is the easy part.
The most effective molotovs are ideas. The real question is if we succeed what is it exactly do we want? (please be assured, molotovs will be thrown because I am not sure we can stop it)
I know what I want, or at least an approximation.
So I'm going to butcher this story but its a good one and I hope that this does a better job of kicking off some ideas within TZT, if I am going to waste my time here (and it looks like I am) then I should perhaps enlist y'all. As Tobin says The Gifts of the Almighty are weighed and parceled out in a scale peculiar to himself. That being the case, I have a fair amount of the kinds of gifts that God bestows upon men. I am a charming motherfucker and I happen to have lots of life experience, I am well educated, my brain work good and I am apparently crazy enough that I can't get these thoughts out of my head. But I cannot go it alone, I don't have all the gifts. A world is supported by four things ... the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing ... without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!
O h reverend mother!
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The science of my tradition, there is a science to it. You think we lived here without learning the lessons of God ? We know them too well. Does the prophet see the future or does he see a line of weakness, a fault or cleavage that he may shatter with words or decisions as a diamond-cutter shatters his gem with a blow of a knife?
My Princess I know precisely what you mean.
Minor prophets can see the future, we can all engage in minor prophecy. Given enough information we can tell you what is likely to happen. I am no minor prophet pals,
the Major Prophet what does he see? A possibility. The Major Prophet wills.
So the Story:
Among the people of the Pacific Islands were navigators. Men who could read the weather, read the ocean and read the currents. Many of them died out with colonization and the aftereffect, navigation became somewhat of a lost art. They resurrected these traditions. An elder from Tahiti was teaching this art, to a young man. He taught him everything, and they planned a long trip to Tahiti from Hawai'i. Tahiti being an island this untested navigator had never seen.
The navigator is an important position on the open ocean, this is the man who decides the directions, what currents to follow and where. If the navigator fails, then all is lost. Many boats have been lost to history this way, all across the world.
The teacher asks the apprentice to go over the route. Asks him to explain how to get to Tahiti. The apprentice obliges, displaying his mastery of reading the skies, and reading the water. Tells him in great detail how he is going to reach his destination. At the end of his story the master tells him "OK good, can you see the island?"
The apprentice knew this was an important question, but he did not know why. He did not want to disappoint his teacher but he also did not want to lie.
"No I cannot"
At this answer the master replied it was good enough for that day. For a time after this the master started asking him to recite his star chart or whatever its called, and explain to him again how to get there. He of course obliged, but knew the question was coming and knew he still didn't have the answer to it.
"but do you see the island?"
He did not, he began to question whether his teacher believed he was capable of leading his crew on this journey. He began to question himself, he became unsure of his knowledge and began questioning whether he was good enough to lead them on this voyage. Still he kept on, and kept showing up and his teacher would periodically make him go over the route and ask the same question. But it was eating away at him.
One day going over the route with his master, he could see the island in his minds eye. He could see the destination, he told his master as much.
The master said
"This is good, on your journey it will not go perfectly. Some nights you cannot see the stars, you may encounter storms and weather. You will be blown off course, you will lose hope. If you forget your destination all is lost, always hold it in your heart and know that you will reach it."
I can see the island that is my destination, I hold it in my heart. Remember the great ship I alluded to in my poem on leadership? Of course that is us, humanity the great ship.
To captain this ship will tear you apart, if you attempt to turn the rudder your handle will be smashed to bits and your bones will be crushed. It can be piloted, sometimes the course corrections happen after you die.
Anyhow too much typing, I'm just gonna eat some breakfast. I did butcher that story a bit but I hope the gist reached you, I am still working out the poetry of all this.