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.
Seed sown in sacks succor no one, and nothing. And fallow fields laying bare, yield neither fruit nor meat .But when put together, multitudes of magnitudes of generations are fed, succored forever.