But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me- why we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.

Make ur vision soo clear. 
              Unless,
It will ruin ur irrelevant fear.

Course truth don’t count for much after all these years cause folks hangs on to what it suits ’em to believe and won’t let go of it.

He had discovered, in the course of his reading, two schools of fiction. One treated of man as a god, ignoring his earthly origin; the other treated of man as a clod, ignoring his heavensent dreams and divine possibilities.

Written By Jack London

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