Monday, March 4, 2019

Like Adam

As I find my voice, I do not aim to be loud as I once did in my youth.  Loud means powerful to the immature.  Loud draws attention for the boy.  The attention that the father never gave.  "I would rather be hated than ignored."

I want to be heard.  But first I must believe I have something to say.  Because as I have become less loud with age, it has not been because I have matured or become wiser.  It has been because I woke one day and found myself unclothed in the middle of the street--as if in a dream.  And the last thing that the naked man should do in public is raise his voice lest he draw attention to himself.

No, he should be as quiet as possible as he seeks somewhere to hide his nakedness.  Like Adam.

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