Jonathan Daniels Quotes
Reality is kaleidoscopic in the black belt. Now you see it, now you don't. Light, dark, white, black -- a way of life blurs. Focus shifts. Black, white, black, white -- a rhythm ripples in the sun, pounds in the steaming light, dances in the blood. Sometimes one's vision changes with it. A crooked man climbs a crooked tree on a crooked hill. Somewhere in mists of the past a tenor sang of valleys lifted up, hills made low. Death at the heart of life, life in the midst of death. The tree of life is indeed a cross.