How do you know I’m real? I’m not real; I’m just like you. You don’t exist in this society; if you did, your people wouldn’t be seeking equal rights. You’re not real; if you were, you’d have some status among the nations of the world. So we’re both myths. I do not come to you as the reality, I come to you as the myth because that’s what black people are, myths… I’m actually a present sent to you by your ancestors.
Sun Ra, Space is the Place (1974) (via lordsofsoundandlesserthings)