What a Christmas it has been! What a new year it will be! And what
future of our country confronts us! Where are our politicians to write and
shape Paradise that our country wants? These were nagging questions, nagging thoughts
that were versions and portraits and figures and images that were collectively
part of my mental voyage as I spent ample time walking, thinking, meditating
and trying to write about our country.
The source of my image-making power which is
my sub-conscious mind moved and moved toward political action in our country as
I paced about in the serenity of my wonderfully quiet abode of plain living
devoid of material things that tantalize our politicians everywhere, materials
things that our politicians crave, and which have turned them into exploiters,
speculators, avaricious financiers who have unleashed in our country economic
inferno preventing workers, including university lecturers and professors, from
enjoying minimum wages corresponding to their labours.
