Death is the ultimate price to pay for heroism. There is no action more esteemable over this inaction. There is no provable estimation , no realistic expectation for it. To go to your death with the conviction in the good you are doing relates to a moment of great spirituality no real words can convey.
A hero is never born. But those who master situations of great peril with strength and conviction in the power of love and great dedication to decency and dignity have a place in my thoughts and heart forever. There need never be an after life or a flimsy celebratory state. There is great power in the spiritual heart. To stand up for what is decent and dignified, to love what is hated, to voice the most unpopular of opinion in the most dangerous of times is to be divine without merit. It is simply beyond the fleeting material heart. A hero through and true, who couldn’t be brought back to life, resurrected for a material purpose but died as a true, realistic and scientific evidence of what he was—that subtle existence of great essential power.
He would in his days and worse off nowadays be celebrated as stupid— those who cannot save themselves for the purposes of material life must live in the stupidest of states—the regressing evolutionary state towards the ultimate evolution of the spirit. Everything superficial and superfluous is celebrated nowadays—the regression of the human spirit. In collaboration with every good spirit in this world and every good spirit that ever lived, I celebrate the life of Dietrich Bonhoeffer.
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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