Putting on an Iron Shirt with Max Romeo

“I will praise any man that will praise me.” Shakespeare

I. As if there was something else, anything else--some Absolute now diminished or perverted, a secret, nearly lost and awaiting restoration.

II. Glory . All Glory be to Humanity! The feelers of joy and sorrow. The makers of meaning and imaginers. The us now. Mirror before mirror. Deep hearts loving like bees from one flower to the next tasting every story told, a curiosity never quenched--one abundance means every abundance.

III. Words wonderfully empty. TBA: sounds to be filled with action, forged daily in exchange.

IV. Show me in. Let us pray. “Hello Apollo. Hey Allah. Really? I’m an atheist too. What’s your sign? Govinda! What’s up? All praise JAH!.”

V. Faith is that cloud between the earth and the sun.

VI. It is not contempt or scorn Robert has for this world but adoration of our splendid accomplishments. For this. For knowing new. Thanks.

r.z.



"Love so God will think, "Ahhhhh, I got kin in that body! I should start inviting that soul over for coffee and rolls." Hafiz.