Images and afterimages and sounds and nature-sounds are partitioned away to make way for the intoxicating pride of reason in my mind and yours,

But I shall not let it.

When I heard the white man speak, 

The statistics and refutations and interjections posited before me, 

How unaccountable I soon became,

When I imagined the millions of suns and the millions of atoms,

Intermingling in millions of ways in every inch of every single Body, 

The grizzly and Black man laying clothed in tattered green clothes outside,

The follicles of the clean-shaven face of the White speaker in the lecture-hall, which are just beginning to surface after being razed by a razor in the morning, 

When I sat myself at the lecture-hall seat, and crossed my legs over the seat,

How acutely aware I soon became, of a blade of grass on the rubber sole of my shoe,

To the atoms of the atmosphere which I breathe, and the concrete particles of the concrete side-walk which I walk over.

And I invite you and I invite myself to loaf at the ocean of the universe,

And heed not the learn’d white man who forms sand-castles of logic on the vast beach,

Where waves roll and crash, no water-line reaching the same water-line as the last.

What am I, and what are you? 

I loaf images of the past in my mind,

I render images of the future in my mind,

And I loaf at the cloth-covered cloth chair in front of me,

And suddenly imagination becomes both incomprehensible and profoundly palpable.

But not ceasing ‘till death, I will never know what it is to experience you, in your Black, or White, or Red Body,

And until you grow old, you will never stroke a beard as gray as my beard, and I will never yours.

So I invite you and I invite myself to loaf, but not examine, the ocean of the universe, and

When the lead bullet is discarded into the chest of the black body,

Do not search for the law which had been broken, (more often which had not been broken,)

Do not range the figures and proofs before me, for you and I shall assume all things and no things, Reason takes no precedence over Reason.

You shall assume or not assume, but everything that you reckon is as much mine as Yours, and

You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.