To be, or not to be is the question that is asked to Hamlet (or the question he asked himself). This question has entered my mind more than twice a week. Solitary confinement is a trip indeed. In his book Soul On Ice Eldridge Cleaver mentioned the fact that being in solitary confinement (in any form) can bring about some type of peace and harmony.
Reading one of the parts of Cleaver's book he goes deeper into this pleasure of being in solitary confinement. For Cleaver his mechanism of relief while was his cell door (which wasn't the prettiest). My mechanism of relief while I'm in solitary confinement is a notebook and a pen (plain and simple). A pen hitting the lines of a page cleanses my soul the same way water cleans out organs. Repeating myself for the third time, being on academic dismissal caused me to use my gift of writing to change myself and the world at large.
My love for the pen is what made me want to create a Blogger account (with the encouragement of some close friends and family). At this moment I have eleven completed blog series' to my name.
I haven't been in a classroom in almost two years (as of August of this year). What had seemed to be a ditch happened to be a blueprint. A blueprint that in all actuality gave me the right footing that I needed on a major scale. Sometimes what we need is a time to just sit back and think. For those that follow my works know what I'm trying to say.
One having faith isn't enough (no disrespect intended). Works without faith ought to be dead. Once all the questions are asked and planning of work is taken place, one must decide to 'get up and go." You, myself, and everybody else who's with us are left with only one thing to do: Move.
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