One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are
already in the mind.
-ALPHONSE BERTILLON
. . . For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
-WILLIAM BLAKE, Songs of Innocence
( The Divine Image )
Cruelty has a Human Heart,
And Jealousy a Human Face,
Terror the Human Form Divine,
And Secrecy the Human Dress.
The Human Dress is forged Iron,
The Human Form a fiery Forge,
The Human Face a Furnace seal’d,
The Human Heart its hungry Gorge.
-WILLIAM BLAKE, Songs of Experience
In my hands is power. The power to heal or to destroy. To grant life or to cause death.
I revere this gift, have honed it over time to an art as magnificent and awesome as any
painting in the Louvre.
I am art, I am science. In all the ways that matter, I am God.
God must be ruthless and far-sighted. God studies his creations and selects. The best
of these creations must be cherished, protected, sustained. Greatness rewards perfection.
Yet even the flawed have purpose.
A wise God experiments, considers, uses what comes into His hands and forges
wonders. Yes, often without mercy, often with a violence the ordinary condemn.
We who hold power cannot be distracted by the condemnations of the ordinary, by
the petty and pitiful laws of simple men. They are blind, their minds are closed with fear --
fear of pain, fear of death. They are too limited to comprehend that death can be conquered.
I have nearly done so.
If my work was discovered, they, with their foolish laws and attitudes, would damn
me.
When my work is complete, they will worship me.
for some, death isn't the enemy, life was a much less merciful opponent
for the ghosts who wander aimlessly in the Nairobi night, preying on the innocent who, unlike them, had found purpose in the mundane rhythm of life in Nairobi.
Life wasn't too pleasant, wasn't even close, they were forced to scavenge the streets for their daily bread, much like the old uncivilized days. But one thing was different, this was the concrete jungle. This scene hadn't the same food chain, the predator was man. The prey? Why, he was man too. Civilization and technology brought progress, and evolution. New age evolution. Man can mould himself into many different characters on the playing field of life.
