"Shhh . . . what you are about to read is politically incorrect. Tafadhali, repeat onlyin whispers."
Nothing worthwhile can be built on a false foundation.
He sat in the corner and saw the man. He did not know he saw him. The man bent down with the small brush and began painting the floor black. From the corner, he saw that, too. But did not know that he saw.
Eventually, the man had painted almost the entire floor black. He and the kid had been cornered. They had no room to move without stepping in the black stuff. The kid was only a month old and did not know that he did not know what he did not know.
Only many years later when he looked back on that experience to pass it on to his kid did he realize that he had rolled and lolled the first times of his life in that blackness -- that left no room for any thought of any other color.
Let History Record It.
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