Black history month is fine, yellow history is fine, all history is fine, but it does not make a difference today. Whatever teaching from historic figures has survived the times and can still today be applied is worthwhile, but otherwise, history is past and doesn't come back. Useless is the time spent on history, as useless as the time spent on future. All we have is here and now. And me, as a light skin member of the human race enjoyed last night a fantastic evening with members that are fitted out with dark skins. So what? What in Gods Name has the outside to do with anything? It was our souls that met in a surrounding of colorless music, dance and merry laughter. It was our souls that celebrated life together, and nothing could come in between our happiness.

How sorry are we for those that have no inner eyes that see joy and love more clear than skin and race and all that superficial layers of color and where are you from and what language do you speak... When love is present, nothing can upset the feeling, and all this talk of black history is dust in the wind, it has no substance at all. Who can feel pride for what someone else has accomplished is a thief of the others doings. Be proud of who you are, not of anybody else. I am proud of the intense bliss that I felt with the friends of different skins and countries of origin and language, what do I care, the feeling of togetherness and warmth is all that counts. Bless all people of love, as love knows no color, no gender, no restrictions whatsoever. Love is timeless.