| Author: | Majambu Mbikay | ISBN: | 9781329532700 |
| Publisher: | Lulu.com | Publication: | February 17, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Lulu.com | Language: | English |
| Author: | Majambu Mbikay |
| ISBN: | 9781329532700 |
| Publisher: | Lulu.com |
| Publication: | February 17, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Lulu.com |
| Language: | English |
This booklet is a distracted look at the landscape. Like a dream, it is illogical and nonsensical at times. It jumps from one thing to another, from subject to the next, from lingo to lingo. It needs no table of contents. It could be read out of sequence, to no consequence, in silence, and with a smile. Nothing serious to ponder here, but paths, just paths, and occasional signposts. This collection is a silo of my references and my reflexes, accumulated and assimilated over the years, which sustain me in my daily quest for understanding, and vaguely, very vaguely, define me in my hopes and my doubts. It is a collection of analects fetched out of my curriculum hominis, out of my career as a human being, and translated into the multiple languages of my learning. They are answers that trot into my mind, that never exhaust the questions, but question them forevermore, in a fast, almost absurd, carousel of questioning.
This booklet is a distracted look at the landscape. Like a dream, it is illogical and nonsensical at times. It jumps from one thing to another, from subject to the next, from lingo to lingo. It needs no table of contents. It could be read out of sequence, to no consequence, in silence, and with a smile. Nothing serious to ponder here, but paths, just paths, and occasional signposts. This collection is a silo of my references and my reflexes, accumulated and assimilated over the years, which sustain me in my daily quest for understanding, and vaguely, very vaguely, define me in my hopes and my doubts. It is a collection of analects fetched out of my curriculum hominis, out of my career as a human being, and translated into the multiple languages of my learning. They are answers that trot into my mind, that never exhaust the questions, but question them forevermore, in a fast, almost absurd, carousel of questioning.
