The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice. Very interesting concept of mine, Ink is the conscience of an idea. With this idea of which I propose, Which can be debated. History repeats it self, Is a brush filled with ink. Written in rid, yellow, black and white. Is these not the colors we're made off? Merely all are made by God. Fluid is the ink that tells us so. Prejudice is the mind that don't know.
''The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.''