Martin Luther King, in his memoir, wrote: "I was in a worse state of the day. The pressures and hardships made my life harder. I was lost and helpless. Desperate and worried, I would continue to live my life with a strange and soulless soul. My wife looked at me and walked away from me. A few minutes later, with a black head dressed up on the back of the house. Prayed and mourned. I wondered with wonder: why are you wearing black? Why are you mourning My wife said, Do not you know he's dead? I asked who My wife said God ... God is dead! I wondered if God would die. What are you saying that? My wife said, "Your attitude told me that God is dead and I'm so sorry for my dreams ... if you believe that, then you are so angry and inconvenient?" He writes: "I was crying at the moment when I came to my knees." It was right to say that God was dead in my heart ... I got up and for my despair I asked God forgiveness. God never dies! I say life ... if you want to enjoy it; it's all enjoyable ... if you want to suffer from it; all it's suffering ... the key to your pain and suffering! I was going to get the chance ... not to go But today I figured it would happen. "This is we who should not be with him, you know, happy to live in art