Who’s to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who’s to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?

Now I understand one of the important reasons for going to college and getting an education is to learn that the things you’ve believed in all your life aren’t true, and that nothing is what it appears to be.

Yet, Gimpy is a co-worker. Three children. What will he do if Donner fires him? He might not be able to get another job – especially with his club foot. Is that my worry? What’s right? Ironic that all my intelligence doesn’t help me solve a problem like this.

As when men to keep from being swept overboard in the storm clutch at each other’s hands to resist being torn apart, so our bodies fused a link in the human chain that kept us from being swept into nothing.

Why am I always looking at life through a window?

But these days I have trouble getting through to people. I don’t know if it’s me or them, but any attempt at conversation usually fades away in a minute or two, and the barriers go up. Is it because they are afraid of me? Or is it that deep down they don’t care and I feel the same about them?

What’s right? Ironic that all my intelligence doesn’t help me solve a problem like this.

As when men to keep from being swept overboard in the storm clutch at each other’s hands to resist being torn apart, so our bodies fused a link in the human chain that kept us from being swept into nothing.

How many great problems have gone unsolved because men didn’t know enough, or have enough faith in the creative process and in themselves, to let go for the whole mind to work at it?