So, let's get going, keeping it simple for now, and having some fun with it along the way... =)
Draw a Y, and then extend the tops of the Y into long parallel lines. Now it should look something like this: ----<==================
Imagine walking along a path with all others way back in the beginning of life, everything all peaceful and nice, everyone going in the same direction, no matter how personal their dreams. But then, something happens, and suddenly there's that Y in the road, and with it a decision to have to make: Which way to go? So, you stand there with them as they deliberate, yourself joining in, and when nearly everyone chooses to mosey on off in a collectively chosen direction, while only one chooses the other way, you find yourself confronted by yet another decision: do you go with the many, where there's obviously going to be the comfort of lots of folks on your side, providing immediate advocacy (in "what everyone else is doing") for your decision, OR...do you go the way of that one, where clearly most of that advocacy is going to have to come from within yourself? Not wanting to worry over whether you've made the right decision, and being afraid you'll be left behind, you do "what everyone else is doing," and off you go with the collective choice, the way of the masses, and a sigh of relief washes over you.
But then...certain you've made the right decision, you somehow feel compelled to glance back one last time as you go, and you catch the gaze of the one, and it's a *seering gaze* you never forget, a gaze that goes on to haunt you all your life, in nearly everything you do, as if relentlessly calling you to return, keeping you curious and inquisitive, needing to check on that one to put your mind at ease. But...for whom? What was it about that one you left behind? And what about that *seering gaze?* Was there something he or she knew that you didn't? What really was going on within yourself when the way of the many seemed easier, safer, more trustworthy? What was going on with that one who stood alone?
Years go by, and you've created a life for yourself along the path you've chosen, establishing very meaningful and deeply held traditions with others, and vested interests that seem to define you and give you something to live your life for, and through. Sure, life has its difficulties, and you struggle with your attempts to reconcile the neverending horrors and tragedies on the evening news, human or nature caused. But you have your meaningfulnesses, and you have the comfort you find in being with others. So, how come, somehow...you still find yourself *remembering* that one. No matter what you do, something's just still not quite right!
You find yourself increasingly haunted and taunted by that *other* path.
*Why?*
*Why?*
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