There are strange practices that you learn through oral societies like those from the South of France for example from the Ile of Corsica. One of the practices is the vendetta or a sort of revenge. The South of France has adopted the tradition of honor that you find in African and American societies.

When I wrote the poem Walking Alone I felt lost in my “”own little world.”

So many lives are lost in war.

Everyone looks around to seek something greater, noble and sublime. Seeking beauty and truth is a never ending process.

Life’s work, skill.

I was five years old when my parents brought me home to Taloctoc, the home village of my father. These observations I’m going to mention may no longer be in practice in that far flung village, which is north of Manila, Philippines.