... Unless You Made Your Life A Turning Point, There Was No Reason For Existing.
I Delighted In The Music Of Africa, The Earliest Of The Slave Plantation Songs, The Transformation Into Christianity And All That Christianity Brought To The Lives Of The Africans Who Were Forced To Come To America.
What I Am Feeling In Myself, And What Is Happening To My Physical Body, To Some Extent, And What Is Happening To Me Mentally, Is Not A Depression, Is Not A Death. It Is A Transformation. It Is A Transcendence.
I Never Deal In Transformations, For They Are Not Honest, And No Respectable Sorceress Likes To Make Things Appear To Be What They Are Not.
All Things Are In The Act Of Change; Thou Thyself In Ceaseless Transformation And Partial Decay, And The Whole Universe With Thee.
If Man Reflects On The Changes And Transformations Which Follow One Another Like Wave After Wave And Their Rapidity, He Will Despise Everything Which Is Perishable.
