Anyone who says love is easy or perfect is a raving lunatic. It is a reveling of extremes especially where there is great ignorance, merrymaking so to speak, while retaining yourself and your truth. It is extremely tough to do. Could I ever envy those who have things easy and not take away from this individualisy I am and love? In praying for great becoming, must I not invite the great overcoming of great struggles? And if I had all the money in the world, would I not be here where the human spirit thrives from the struggles with opposition, prejudice and great idiocy? Would I not choose not to run from hardships but confront it with as much grace as I can muster? Do these ills, these evils, not light my path towards my very own optimization? My mind can count all the bullshit around me and I still factor in states, conceptions, belief systems other than mine. Because I should always find a kind and decent way to express what’s wrong.
It is becoming in that it is my self causative sense of responsibility as being in the relative after all. Because if you do not know something is wrong or right, how can you ever express it. If you can’t express it, where is the revolutionary changes that matter to humanity? Are we all facing the future with the mentality of mobs, the replicating ease of AI? Are we going to face it in the way I know you’re going to know it through me? Not for the mere class and position expectations of it but in the continually realistic open indulgence in it. Is a tail to hide not of the head unfound? Nature, after all, if it is a reveler in time as I claim it to be, must give me what I deserve in life. How can you make humane and human relative changes in the age of evolving AI without qualifying intelligence? Spiritual Intelligence is not for the mob, it’s not for the commoner. It’s not for those who imagine love. It’s for those who live and breathe it with extreme potentiality. And may those who possess it with worthwhile purpose get what they deserve in life. Amen.
My readers, wherever you are in the world, I will never want to hide a book like CTTD in print versions behind some backdoor at a Bluesie jazz comedy fest. Do not make me something other than human and humane with my books. Give your support. CTTD has been a lesson in law. Justice must be achieved. Give your support and hold on to the relativity.
Raising one’s hands down existentially once is a definite degenerative disorder ( a cluster B factor). The degeneracy of raising one’s hands down existentially twice should be listed as a DSM 5 genetic and mental disorder, and the inability to raise one’s hands existentially as “imbecilic throughput schizophrenia”—ade ronke
On January 7th 2026, I was stalked, harassed and arrested by the state police. The reasons for this is, in my view, the intellectual and daring proclivities in my book, A Case in Point. There are other reasons to be stated in this book. If every indication of my life doesn’t suggest this to you my readers, it is calling it: if I wasn’t to be me. would I not be dead? But I am cognizantly alive by my own recognizance. In other words I was arrested for being who and what I am. What is to follow is false imprisonment, and a true story of great injustice and ceaseless attempts at cover up while I meet unsavory criminals along the way. If this hadn’t happened to me, I couldn’t have conceived of it. It happened to me. I must go beyond mere conceptions. PLEASE SUPPORT THIS BOOK FOR PUBLICATION
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