Dreams Have Developed, and Become Dynamic

I am pictured here standing beside the jacket which civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. wore to his meeting with President Lyndon B. Johnson. A clearer image of the jacket is seen below. Augusta, Georgia U.S.A. has a great deal of significant history; it was the last city Dr. King visited to speak about realizing his global vision of human equality, only 1 week before his assassination in Memphis, Tennessee.
 
Humans were created with impartiality, and yet, humans have created divisions over time. Dr. King’s world vision was one of peace and harmony uniting all races and cultures; he made it his life’s mission to proclaim this message of equality. In 1968, Dr. King’s broad-minded visions of harmony were still not readily accepted by the vast majority, and tensions still ran very high among people in the racially divided Southern U.S.. In fact, Dr. King’s 1968 arrival in Augusta, Georgia was met with a great deal of displeasure, and 1 week later, someone exercised their displeasure by assassinating him. But King’s vivid dream of unity for the human race was not silenced by death, it had taken root in the minds of many people, and had made a lasting impact.
 
50 years after Dr. King’s untimely death, my own arrival in Augusta, Georgia was met with very different sentiments: anticipation, happiness, excitement, warmth, friendliness; with kindness helpfulness and humanity. As a Canadian, cultural diversity is what has always made our nation beautiful, and it is hard for me to imagine diversity as being something negative and limiting. I personally have never thought to define myself in terms of something as trivial as “race”. The idea that news of my Augusta arrival back in 1968 could have been potentially met with heated disagreement is a completely foreign idea in 2019. The mere notion that some may not have been permitted to attend my concert performances 50 years ago due to prevalent ideas of segregation is very unsettling.
 
So, towards the end of my Augusta performance, looking out at a full concert audience composed of a beautiful multicultural sea of people gave me an especially profound moment of pause, a heartfelt feeling of peace, satisfaction and pleasure. I was so delighted that you all came. This week in the Southern U.S. made me reflect deeply on all which Dr. King selflessly sacrificed 50 years ago in the name of humanity and equality, transcending boundaries of limited thinking and paving the way for others, like myself, to visit Augusta, using music as my vehicle of peace harmony and unity 50 years later. The wheels of positive change were set in motion and became reality due to the persistence of one man with a dream.
Dreams are powerful.
A busy man keeps working while he waits. | Image: Unsplash

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.

The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.

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