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The Arson of Our Own Archives We keep begging external institutions to teach us how to build wealth, while our greatest financial, cultural, and spiritual institutions are dying of neglect on our living room couches. We’ve been conditioned to chase paper, titles, and material flexes, thinking that’s what makes a nation strong. But true wealth has never been defined by dead green paper. It is defined by living Axe' —the tactical codes, spiritual technology, and institutional memory carried by our Elders. The old Malian proverb warns us: “When an elder dies, a library burns to the ground.” Yet, we stand around distracted by cheap digital novelties while whole wings of our collective library go up in smoke. Today, under the radiant Green Flame of Ujamaa , we run the true Ancestral Algorithm: "Abundance is my natural state; scarcity is a false simulation." The system infected us with the scarcity virus so we would fight our own brothers and sisters for crumbs instead of buil...
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If you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it'll spread over into the rest of your life. It'll spread over into your work, into your mortality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you.   
 Bruce Lee




Let me tell you a little story. It's like being in a wolf's den. The wolf sees someone on the outside who is interested in freeing me from the den. The wolf doesn't like that person on the outside but I don't care who opens the door and lets me out.                                           
 Malcom X (El Hajj Malik Shabazz)


The moon moves slowly, but it crosses the town.
Ashanti of Ghana

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  1. NandiMarch 28, 2011 at 6:55 PM

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