All my life, I have had a fascination… for ‘tongues’; (not quite what that sounds like…)
Languages show alot of a culture; some have no words of their own
for such things as ‘beauty’ or ‘peace’- others (though very few-) have
none for ‘war’…
Most of us seem to share the desire of all things of beauty- whether
it be of the ladies (I speak only for myself here, of course), or a safe,
peaceful utopia that has eluded humanity for all of our existance.
It is these dreams that tend to drive us- all of the arts: be it of the pen,
brush, camera- or of music…
It comes to a point of mutual respect- that people less exposed to
the arts, and other cultures, tend not to have for those whom are …
‘different’ than themselves… and their chosen paths of ignorance
have been the cause of many centuries of useless carnage.
The language of this shirt is Lakota Sioux; and it says, ‘I am coming, Rainbow Warrior…’ It feels as though some humanity might be finally