That is why he is called a poet. And his responsibility, which is also his joy and his strength and his life, is to defeat all labels and complicate all battles by insisting on the human riddle, to bear witness, as long as breath is in him, to that mighty, unnameable, transfiguring force which lives in the soul of man, and to aspire to do his work so well that when the breath has left him, the people–all people!–who search in the rubble for a sign or a witness will be able to find him there. ~Excerpted from The Cross of Redemption by James Baldwin