Every human being is a raindrop. And when enough of the raindrops become clear and coherent they then become the power of the storm.

It’s like there is this predator energy on this planet, and this predator energy feeds on the essence of the spirit.

Class is material consumed.

The past is more than a memory.

They’re called poems but in reality they’re lines given to me to hang on to

Every human being is a raindrop. And when enough of the raindrops become clear and coherent they then become the power of the storm.

We have power... Our power isn’t in a political system, or a religious system, or in an economic system, or in a military system; these are authoritarian systems... they have power... but it’s not reality. The power of our intelligence, individually or collectively IS the power; this is the power that any industrial ruling class truly fears: clear coherent human beings.