For me, it was a daily maze through the tunnels of NY. Past neighborhoods and faces of every hue and all strangers. Don't Talk to ...? I think I sang that as a song to myself in my traverse of looking through the nameless millions of people I passed. It was so ingrained that there were a group of 3 ladies that we saw everyday who gave me a gift for graduation because they knew us. I was so touched and never even said hello. I am a part of you, their gift said. You are a part of me and we are a part of this huge metropolis and still lovingly silent, because we didn't accost one another on the way. Or trip oneanother here or there. We picked eachother up. This is a dark place, the subway. This is an unfriendly city, but we are who we are and it is only unfriendly to the misunderstanding and strangers.? Don't talk to...?
Even with the bitter experience of the subway, some phobias hold me captive to my nerves. Be reasonable? That is a sin, they preach. Overcome it and get over your past? Maybe? God will show us the way through the subway of our nervous systems. You who are strong ought to bear the infirmity of the weak. I see God showing us that the "Fear of God" is the beginning of wisdom. Let us Write and Right and Rite ourselves through the cornfield of our limitations into the liberty of Personal Ability and agility and Ascendancy. One more step from a "Sophomore" to a "Junior".! Hooray for you!"I am 15 and I am a Moron, but I won't always be a Moron, I will become a Sophisticated Man, one day. Those are the wings you are breaking in this puzzle." mom
