And the mind that has conceived a plan of living must never lose sight of the chaos against which that pattern was conceived. That goes for societies… - Ralph Ellison

They were blind, bat blind, moving only by the echoed sounds of their own voices. And because they were blind they would destroy themselves and I'd help them. I laughed. Here I had thought they accepted me because they felt that color made no difference, when in reality it made no difference because they didn't see either color or men . . . For all they were concerned, we were so many names scribbled on fake ballots, to be used at their convenience and when not needed to be filed away. It was a joke, an absurd joke.

God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.

Whence all this passion toward conformity anyway?—diversity is the word.