we are greater than the sum of us, all greater than the some of us, greater than each piece or part. we are a body, an army, greater than any single art piece and love in our hearts. and we are who we are behind doors in secret, in our deep depths and recesses we aren't free yet. we are how we treat our sick folks and widows, the rich with broken hearts, the broke and the crippled. and the soul that's weak, we are not what we eat, but what comes out of our mouths when we speak. we are children, cherished, proud and embarrassed. we've come a long way, but we're still not there yet. and we don't always get along; me, myself and i, when we do, we in tune like the song -----------------

rc. 17. Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. Some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. Some lose both and become accepted.