Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
The heart-brain union in the body, mysterious as it may be, is the seat of the soul. The vortex of feelings, intuition, and cognition. My soul must be touched, moved or engaged before I can love, appreciate, or commune.