Imagine : So what do you want to do?

When i close my eyes i see the same image. It's been with me for close to ten years but it has lost none of its luster. A man bathed by the evening sun with his right hand extended pointing out whilst his left hand holds a mike on a stage. Below the stage a sea of people with their hands up. Quite unremarkable but for the faces. Its the faces that keep me coming back to the image. The faces of the people are uplifted, powerful, empowered in sheer joy. I cant see the person on the stage for his back is towards my sight but if, just if, i could give people something that would empower them and bring the the kind of joy that is evidenced by their expressions then i would have justified my space in this life.

I had no idea what I could do to achieve this. Then with a group of eight clansmen on a starry night a decade ago i sat on the rough side on an old slide debating the debacle that is the genesis of any career and i decided that i would teach [my lecturers a lesson] how teaching ought to be done.

They thought i was a rebel, i thought i had an obligation not to listen to idiots. Save one who thought me the rest delivered empty reproductions rote. Imagine the equivalent for food and then understand why my mind was repulsed.

So i thought. I imagined that i could bring those faces to the faces of my students. I pulled all the stops. I still remember one parent passing a glass and seeing me on a table reenacting a case in class. I used any weapon in the arsenal of imagination to crack the dull consciousness that we live in.

After a while the faces were appearing, but the guy in the image he had what looked like a million people empowered. There was also the problem of 'management' ; ive grown to have the word. Systems of pure stupidity were put in place for the benefit of the shallow and insecure. Now the fight against establishment was one that i knew i would lose, but there was no other way the faces would have never come with the limitations. The only solution was regime change by a broke soldier.

I imagine the world as it is and as it may be in real time. With this i placed my pieces and motivated the pawns to be greater than they were. We took over a college. Ideas were held in greater esteem than power, i was in defacto control learning in the university of live on other peoples money. We did well. The growth rate was astronomical. I focused on my faces.

Perhaps i was to immersed for when i resurfaced for air i found in true Orwellian fashion, the pigs were the men. The systems had come back and the money begot power. The needs for my faces would impugn a few zeros from their excessive existence. Money gives people a false consciousness of greatness when it is not earned. It was time to move the legacy of our future to a plain where the great can be nurtured and molded.

By the grace of god, the vision of a leader, a true slight of hand and a twist of fate...lincoln was born.