thoreau: it is a fool’s life that they live, as they will find when they get to the end of it

divine postman: if not before.

okuhle: nothing is worth beholding than the human soul,

athi: it is said that deucalion and pyrhha created men by throwing stones over their heads behind them

mbuso: or as raleigh rhymes it in his sonorous way:  from thence our kind hard-heartened is, enduring pain and care

samantha: approving that our bodies of a stony nature are

thoreau: the poet has many children, his art will give birth to many more children

divine postman: and thus he is immortal through his words

mbuso: he need not worry himself  about starting a family

athi: so much to a blind obedience to a blundering oracle

okuhle: the human race is his family

samantha: let us cease throwing stones over our heads and not see where they fall, every man has a brain to think and a body to move, he must explore these faculties and express his genius, only he can know what it is that he can do