and meanwhile down on the streets, a woman runs towards me, she has a small dog she drags behind me, she looks quite attractive but as she gets closer she begins to seem familiar, it's katz an acquaintance, 'i just heard you on the radio, wow i can't believe it, you were just on the radio.'
i'm thinking, mmm the deep fix getting some radio play again, excellent but then she goes on.
'yes. a professor was talking about youth culture and adolescence, he was explaining his theories of youth and it was exactly what you were saying, the voice the way he spoke, it was you.'
'how strange.' i say.
we exchange pleasantries, i meet her sister who has a ridgeback in tow, same size as pan, the dogs begin to get frisky, i say goodbye and wander on my way.
'goodbye professor' the katz calls out.

i am reminded many times how identity is defined by external factors. it is most unusual to have internal dialogue with the real self, most people are ignorant of this process and don't really care, some hide from their real self, some have yet to uncover it.
it's a sad lonely journey and i wouldn't wish it upon anyone because the process is traumatic, not intellectual, and the chapel perilous is a place only the few ever leave without being driven mad or suffering from further delusion. however it is a worthy task as sooner or later the soul needs to know who it is.
here instinct, intuition will assist, here one must let go of fear and become the warrior heart.