Now that springtime is here and the buds are bursting with new life, hens are trotting along with their chicks, the dogs are making little puppies all over the place, I have this impossible wish. For a springtime of the mind. For a new awakening of all enslaved minds. This came about because I was visited by a certain individual who carried a Bible, and wanted to chat with me. So I made him sit down and let him talk. "Who made the mountains, and who made the fair blue sky?" asked he. “Not relevant", did I reply, "Those things are here, how they came to be does not change my day a bit, I just enjoy all that".

"But mister", said he, "do you have no respect for He who made all that?" came the accusing answer. When I asked where he got all that knowledge from he triumphantly held up the Book and told me it was Gods word. "Well, that may be as it is , but where are you yourself,?" asked I. He wondered what I meant with that.

"Where are you, what do you think, where is your mind about this, what does your spirit say?" I insisted. After a good while thinking he admitted that he had no mind of his own, he believed the book and that was all there was for him. Then I pointed out that he was thus an extension of the book, just another page, an appendix, a useless addition. I told him to go look for himself, and when was found to come back and talk to me as a man to a man, I could look in the book anytime myself, he did hot have to be the book for me.

Springtime of the mind, wake up from the long long sleep, the mental slavery that Bob Marley sings about, be someone, not a zombie who cannot think a single original thought. The free man Jesus called Lazarus out of the death back into life in the symbolic parable to illustrate how people should wake up from the spiritual death and come to life again. So am I calling all to wake up in this new spring, and live. Only when Sint Maarteners have become free people can the island become free itself. It is my believe that as long as people have no minds of their own, they cannot become free of anything. Then they will always follow those that scream loudest, even if that scream is foolish. My wish is impossible, I know it, so to all that are deep asleep I better say: "Dream Sweet".