DECLARATION OF THE ARTISTI am the one and I am not ashamed. I am the one that stenciled my hand on the cave wall 50,000 years ago. Yes me, and I am not ashamed. No, I am not a descendent of the one. I am the one. I am the the one that saw the relationships between the stones on the wall the the images in my memory. I am the one that had that creative impulse/ thought/ bio-electrical connection that caused me to place my own image on the wall. Yes, I am the one that created. No, I was not reborn again with each generation. I am continuous. The math formula in my mind or genetic trait that matched the images on the wall with the images in my mind and caused me to create a new image on the wall has been continuous for 50,000 years. I am the one and and I am not ashamed. I am one. I am continuous. I am the creator and I am not ashamed.
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| The mine
The mine The canaries whine They do not sing They do not fly Deep Deep In the mine The miners The miners Sing their song Crying for the sun Singing with the pick Deep in the mine Down, down, down Other bugs Crawling on higher ground Working their life For the family they love Making the monuments For the owners above Forcing the miner Deeper, deeper deep In the cold Without a break Without sleep Their life away For the family they love
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Building the monuments
For the owners above More and more monuments Forcing the miners Deeper, deeper, deep Deep in the mine Down, down, down Other bugs On higher ground For ever and ever Digging, deeper, deeper deep Till the canaries stop And the miners sleep
For a thousand years And a thousand more The species cried The monuments stood The workers died One day The gray dust blew The towers fell Fire from the sky Instead of hell Now the monuments Rust and dust The species at its best The miners sleep And the workers rest
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