At the end of 360 degrees, Winter is a metaphor: a term not only used to describe the season of ice, but the period of our lives through which we are travelling. In our hearts we feel that spring is just around the corner: a spring of brotherhood and united spirits among people of color. Everyone is moving, searching. There is a restlessness within our souls that keeps us questioning, discovering and struggling against a system that will not allow us time and space for fresh expression. Western iceman have attempted to distort time. Extra months on the calendar and daylight saved what was eastern standard. We approach winter the most depressing period in the history of this industrial empire, with threats of oil shortages and energy crises. But we, as Black People, have been a source of endless energy, endless beauty and endless determination. I have many things to tell you about tommorrow's love and light. We will see you in the spring. In the interest of national security, please help us carry out our constitutional duty to overthrow the king.