Everyone is the stranger of a stranger... in a strange place, at the margin of Sudan and Ethiopia. At the margin of the margins of Sudan and Ethiopia. And every marginal would like to be the center. To rule, to deal, to kill to rule at the center.
Let's change the pattern. Let's recognise marginality as a rule. Let's make marginality a center. Let's give up with the idea of cultural diversity as "all different but all the same". Let's recognise otherness and alterity to assume better all the differences: "all different but in the same place". Let's talk about failures, let's talk about mixes, 'metissages'. We are all bastards.
Everyone is the bastard of a bastard[?] . Bastardy is our rule, there is no identity but an ID. There is no identity but my neighbour, my enemy, my brother. Let's talk about violence. Let's recognise our enmities, our fraternal antagonisms. Let's make violence history.
Search for the seed of good in every adversity. Master that principle and you will own a precious shield that will guard you well through all the darkest valleys you must traverse. Stars may be seen from the bottom of a deep well, when they cannot be discerned from the mountaintop. So will you learn things in adversity that you would never have discovered without trouble. There is always a seed of good. Find it and prosper.
God left the world unfinished for man to work his skill upon. He left the electricity still in the cloud, the oil still in the earth. How often we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to Him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but into the desired haven.
It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song. But the man worth while is the one who can smile, when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is troubled, And it always comes with the years. And the smiles that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.
That which causes us trials shall yield us triumph: and that which make our hearts ache shall fill us with gladness. The only true happiness is to learn, to advance, and to improve: which could not happen unless we had commence with error, ignorance, and imperfection. We must pass through the darkness, to reach the light.
If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders -- what would you tell him to do? I don't know. What could he do? What would you tell him? To shrug.
It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.